IndianMermaid

Funny Bugs Bunny!

2005-05-01T20:32:00.000-07:00

This morning, I woke up with a smile --- for I had the most unusual dream ever. Ten seconds later, the afterthoughts started diminishing… leaving me with almost nothing. Actually, there’s nothing left now. All I remembered was that I smiled right after I opened my eyes.

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Ellen DeGeneres

"My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is."

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I’ve been busy this past few days fixing up my myspace account. While doing so, I came across a site where a very talented artist displays his grandstanding creations. Here are some of his works..

And this one is my favorite. Although, I think this one came from another site… I’m really having memory problems. Sigh

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Here’s a picture of MYX’s beloved writer Carlo Segunda Aselar Bautista, taken during his Kindergarten School Field trip --- location: Malabon Zoo. Here, as you can see, tiyo Carlo is having fun. Tiyo Carlo loves being with his friends and is really fond of animals. He speaks with animals. I mean, he whispers.

After the Malabon Zoo, second location: The Planetarium --- Tiyo Carlo’s most favorite place in the world.

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Garbage Pail Kids!!!

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That’s all folks..

Winner!

2005-04-27T23:50:00.000-07:00

Lorna Tolentino? I don’t know what to say… It’s just like Jacq, also known as Irma D, wearing polka dot spandex while singing Respect by Aretha Franklin.

Chicken strips anyone?

2005-04-27T19:23:00.000-07:00

I’m having a break.. I’m updating my beloved blog while eating an apple pie from KFC. Fortunately, this day is quite relaxing.. Thanks also to Toni Braxton’s Secrets..

I just got promoted at work. Though the raise wasn’t really big --- more of a transfer, I’m truly excited and am really looking forward to my new job responsibilities. I am also thankful that the people from supervision considered me, together with two of my closest playmates Matthew and Joanna. I also get to wear a new uniform/costume. My look would change drastically from Western cowboy do ala checkered and brown with jeans to Television Advertisement front desk white sleeved uniform with maroon vest and tie. Ha! My training starts next week. Oooohhhh, I just cant wait!

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Last Thursday, I had my first Dental appointment here in the US. Thankfully, the Dentist was a kind, soft spoken, pleasant Filipina.

I was hesitant. Believe it or not, I’m afraid of Dentists. I had a traumatic experience with one when I was young. Nope, I wasn’t raped. Ha! It’s a difficult incident to put into words. I’d rather not elaborate the horrendous episode of my childhood.

Dr Sheila’s treatment center was nice. It’s more or less every Dentist’s dream clinic. Flat screens everywhere. X-rays in every room, automatic chairs (oh how innocent…), mouth cameras… a nursery corner with musical books which really made my day during my second visit… and they even have audio visuals for the treatments they are about to do if ever the patient needs one. Amazing isn’t? So when she told me that I needed to have a root canal, she made me watch a 15 minute presentation explaining the procedures and everything there is to know about the operation. It never really helped actually. I just got more scared than ever.

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Just this Monday, Cindy and I watched The Interpreter. I cant say that I disliked it, because I didn’t. I cant say that I truly enjoyed watching it because I wouldn’t be sincerely honest. In fairness to the producers… although the story was quite worn and rather expected, they were able to rope in some interesting elements, and that the suspense was still felt.

Some questions: If Nicole Kidman was said to be the daughter of a British (white) mother and an African (black) father, why then have unfair one-sided features? I also cant understand the involvement of Sean Penn’s personal issues. Then again… who am I to comment.

Segue

It’s been a long time since the last movie that really made me feel shivery. After watching the trailer for Russel Crow’s Cinderella Man movie, I felt myself weak, and teary eyed. Find me over acting.. I don’t care.

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I miss my dear friends from MYX. My dear friends who have forgotten me. huhu

My dearest Marce, who just loved NOT combing his hair.

Well, I cant really blame them…

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Just this weekend, my aunt brought me to Jollibee. I miss Jollibee… and the secret escapes we did when I was still with MYX. Although the food didn’t really taste like the original, I still enjoyed eating there… it just felt like home. Sticky flooring, noisy staff, noisy costumers with angry earsplitting children. And they even serve Guinatan!

What's new Pussycat?

2005-04-10T10:14:00.000-07:00

I’m the type of person who just loves working. I wouldn’t mind not sleeping for days nor the salary as long as I’m enjoying my job. Ever since I have graduated college, I have been fortunate to have stressful and yet enjoyable occupations. My ABS-CBN job which nearly killed me with demanding undertakings --- all the same taught me so much about life outside school. Then there was my MYX job, which continued the torturing by passing on taxing responsibilities --- and yet I still love doing. Now that I’m working in Knott’s Berry Farm, everything’s just all the same. My job may not be physically tiring, but the pressure in what I am expected to perform is so nerve-racking. Providentially (just like with my first two jobs) there are pleasant people who amazingly relieves me from anxiety. This time, with Knott’s…

The Amicable Big Boss:
Ms. Vanessa --- who I never thought was actually Ms Vanessa until people started calling her Ms. Vanessa (confused?). All I knew then was that a certain Vanessa is the Manager of our Guest Services department. I was also told during the orientation that we would rarely see her. Astonishingly, while I was selling tickets during my first day (without a trainer), she replaced my ticket booth-mate (who got really ill) and started selling tickets herself. I only found out that she was Big Boss Vanessa when her walkie talkie started screaming her name. She confirmed my bewilderment by answering back: “Vanessa here.” Imagine that.

My Jack-of-all-trades Supervisors:
Ms Mabelle, the daunting and yet very approachable superior who remarkably appears in less expected places --- leaving me fretful most of the time. Ms Briana, who enlightened me with the importance of the paper shredder (which was also the first time I ever saw and used one). Who would have thought that paper shredding is a whole lot of fun. Honestly, not intending to be sarcastic or anything, I really enjoyed watching heavy piles of paper revolutionize into almost weightless strips. Mr. John, my only male supervisor who accidentally made me, once again, attend an orientation I already got to… thus introducing me to Ms Briana… thus, the paper shredder. He, like the other two, makes it a point that there is a proper/open supervisor-supervised employee communication, consequently alleviating work afflictions.

My firm always-on-the-go kill-if-needed happy Shift Leaders:
There’s Danny who somehow enjoys baffling people with the help of his well mastered poker/serious face. The very calm shift leader who (unconsciously) takes pleasure in taking pens from ticket sellers. Then there’s the overwhelming and yet affable Stephen, whose presence always reminded me of my first out of balance. Ms Debbie, the considerate easy to talk to shift leader whom I admire the most. The charming and ever busy Brittany and the cuddly likable Roseanne. Shift leader Nathan, whom I seldom see and mystical Gilbert who happens to know every answer to every question there may be (and whose eyebrows I so love).

My loving Mother-Trainer:
Karen --- who really guided us unconditionally. I cant help but hug her every time I see her for she also reminds me of my mom whom I miss the most.

My sweet wholesome aren’t-you-intimidated DAs
Ms Paula --- who never failed to frighten us (in person and even in the phone), yet appreciated us all the same. The pleasant Ms Nadine --- whom I just met.

My new friends:
Matthew, my batch mate. Chipmunk Brande with her 10 year old vocals. The ever funny Lacedrigra, who enjoys fashion design the same as I do. The very friendly, and chatty, Katrina who always had a smile. The psycho killer Monica who just enjoys tormenting me. The soft spoken Joanna Hall, side-splitting Diego, easy-going Kris and the good-humored Paulina. Pearl lover Sandra and Anime fan Stephanie. The lovable Ms. Shirleys (of Park Admission and Guest Relations), Ms Yvette and Ms Jean. The Darling, Ms Jacqueline. Doll-faced Lauren and Godfather Ray. And of course Ryan, the guy who hired me and my first trainer Michelle.

I so love my job.

I'm Back..

2005-04-05T16:33:00.000-07:00

I’ve been really busy with my new job. Even though I never really exceeded working after four in the afternoon --- my creative wheels somehow fails to produce rather entertaining readable entries. I’m tired, and somewhat listless. I am not complaining. I actually like what I do. My self hasn’t fully adjusted to my new routine.

I was in the mood to take pictures of myself the other day. Forgive me for not looking for a better background. I was having my break and I cant bring my phone in the park. Then again --- just look (and admire.. Hehe)

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Early last week, Cindy, my friend who works in Disneyland, told me that Johnny Depp was in their park. I have also learned that he loves visiting the Resort with his wife and children. Cindy would say that they were a beautiful set of people, peacefully wandering in the park, enjoying just like every other guest.

CELEBRITY: Johnny Depp

Since I am also working in a theme park, only different, I have also imagined and hoped that famous celebrities would walk in front of me --- probably leaving me amazed… more that amazed… astonished.

Late last week my wish came true. There she was… buying her family’s tickets… my ticket booth… a celebrity.

CELEBRITY: Lani Mercado

I have never wished again.

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PS,

I have a new number (714) 496 0899

Building a Mystery

2005-03-16T16:08:00.000-08:00

Why do we love listening to songs that are not, in any way, relevant to us?

I understand there are factors that help us in developing definitive reasons. We may have grown liking a popular singer or group, thus, somehow, obliging us to follow his/her path and appreciating the music they create (whether we like it or not). Some of us listen merely for fun --- probably the song makes them dance or the like. Most of us listen primarily because we don’t want to be left behind.

And yes, there are some songs that seemed like they were specially written and sang for us. Songs that hit us deeply, leaving us taken aback, almost teary eyed (or for some --- leaving them crying). Some songs even, surprisingly, know our most kept secret, that’s why when the singer says the words melodically, we simply fall.

But my point here is different. Gloria Estefan‘s “Here We Are“ for example. When I first heard this song, I felt nothing else but sympathy. I am not a Gloria Estefan fan, nor did this song change my perception about her --- I simply loved the song. What’s more peculiar is that the song, by any means, does not have anything to do with me.

Here we are, face to face
We forget time and place
Hold me now, don’t let go
Though it hurts and we both know.

Another example: Whitney Houston’s “Where you Are.” This song actually is the reason why I bought Whitney’s album.

I saw the news this morning
Saw your face across the screen
And as I poured my coffee
I picked up a magazine

But as I turned the page, and looked inside, there you were again
Oh these lonely times, they never seem to end
You're too far
I know I should be there where you are

And another: Jewel's "Hands."

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

My theory now is this: We listen to a song because somehow we wanted its message to happen to us. We may not realize our needs, nor automatically comprehend what’s happening, but we unconsciously can relate. Instinctively, we wanted something to happen.

Then again, maybe not.

So the next time somebody says: “I so love this song!” or “Oh my God! This song really Rocks!” try asking for their reasons for me. I’d appreciate it.

Knott's Very Own Little Princess

2005-03-15T13:54:00.000-08:00

Last Tuesday was my first day of training as a Guest Service Associate for Knott’s Berry Farm. I have always hated first days, except this one. Probably because I’m a foreigner and I couldn’t care less, or maybe because I stand out and that’s all that matters.

We were at least a hundred and thirty successful applicants in the orientation room that day. All wearing costumes pertaining to each’s department. Mine is a brown (half-checkered) cowboy inspired long-sleeved top and a blue Dickies jeans (which they also provided, including the Knott‘s jacket and even the belt). The lady seating right next to me (whose costume I truly loved) is wearing a blue peasant-inspired, striped long dress, complete with a fancy laced apron and a laced headdress.

I really had fun. I met new people and really had new friends. It was just like our little Beauty Pageant, with us wearing our own National Costumes, speaking our own languages, and everybody trying to befriend everybody else for the Ms Congeniality Award. I actually wanted to cry …

And then the most terrifying moment of every first day happened --- We had to introduce ourselves. I was already trembling. When the first row were done with their introduction, I started looking for signs pointing to the restrooms. Alas! I was too late. I just heard the speaker call out my name “OLIVER?”

“Hi, I’m Ramesh… but my name tag says Oliver (stutter), probably because they can’t pronounce the name I’m used to (stutter) being called. I’ve always wanted to work in a theme park (more stuttering). I actually wanted to be a Disney princess but they thought I was too large for the role…”

And then there was silence. And then everybody just started laughing…hysterically. I just loved it.

Later that day, the staff made us fill out questionnaires. The first question was: “What do other people don’t know about you?” Thinking that the questionnaire wouldn’t be broadcasted or anything, I honestly wrote: “I’ve always wanted to wear a Mermaid’s costume.”

I was wrong.

To cut the long story short, we all left the room with me being tagged as the Guest Service Mermaid, and my booth being the Mermaid’s cubicle.

And one more thing!

During my introduction, I unconsciously kept saying “Cheka!” every after my sentences. One of the staffs bravely questioned me about its meaning. I simply said: “Good Gracious.” Ha!

Sweet Surrender

2005-03-12T17:15:00.000-08:00

I was trying to write something readable ever since Thursday. My imagination has failed me then again. It’s not that my life no longer is as amusing as before (its actually is still), it’s just because I’m a changed person. I am now Someone with limited words to say. I must not hurt, nor ruin. I have developed into a wary-full individual with so much esteem for others. I’m essentially learning to live with it.

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. -- Maya Angelou

Ar yu NerDy?

2005-03-10T22:41:00.000-08:00

Check it yourself. I'm Lightly Nerdy

Stupid Conversations

2005-03-10T16:54:00.000-08:00

While waiting for my bus, an intrigued Indian guy approached me.

Indian Guy: What’s that game you’re playing in you cell phone?
Indian Gay: Solitaire.
Indian Guy: Cool! Hey! What nationality are you?
Indian Gay: Filipino.
Indian Guy: I thought so…
Indian Gay smiles
Indian Guy: Filipino! Pinoy right? (trying to look and sound knowledgeable)
Indian Gay: You got that right! (sarcastically spoken)
Indian Guy: So you’re a “Pare!” huh?… huh! (now sounding boastful)
Indian Gay: Actually no, I’m a “Mare.”
Indian Guy now confused.
Indian Guy: I know “Pare” means dude right?
Indian Gay: Yeah. And “Mare” means dudette.
Indian Gay smiles
Indian Guy then comments…
Indian Guy: Oh, Kadro. (in a whispering manner)
Indian Gay: I heard that. And you’re absolutely right.
Indian Guy: Oh I’m sorry, you Indian too?
Then our bus arrived.

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This conversation happened when I was with the Marketing Representative of MYX --- Kartini Alampay [a conservative, soft spoken inglesera who lives in White Plains, but still is very humble]. We were having lunch with her best friend who is one of the Marketing Managers of Rustans [like Kartini, also an inglesera extraordinaire]

Kartini: Ramesh this is Cassandra (I forgot the best friend’s real name)
Ramesh: Hi Cassandra (trying to sound Povedan)
Cassandra: Oh Hi! You guys working today?
Ramesh: Ah, ako ba? (not so Povedan! Duh!)
Kartini: Ramesh is the production assistant of MYX who is handling the Lucky Me Barkada Vjs.
Cassandra: Oh, okay…
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Cassandra: did you guys watch American Idol last night?
Kartini: Nah! I haven’t watched that show for weeks…
Ramesh, trying to butt in and impress the other two…
Ramesh: Jim Henson is a very rude judge, noh?
Kartini: Jim Henson?
Cassandra: The Muppets Jim Henson?
Ramesh: No, I’m talking about the American Idol Jim.
Cassandra: Oh you mean Simon?
Ramesh: Yeah… whatever. He’s still rude

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Now this conversation happened during my freshman years in college. One of my classmates were asking me and another friend, Paulie, who our favorite cartoon/animated characters were.

Classmate: You know, I so love Winnie the Pooh!
Ramesh: Actually me too. I also like Piglet.
Paulie: Do you watch Sesame Street?
Ramesh: Yup, who’s your favorite?
Paulie: My favorite’s Sesame Bird.
Classmate: Sesame Bird?
Paulie: I mean Yellow Bird.
Ramesh: Yellow Bird? Are you talking about Big Bird.
Paulie: Oh yes, that Bird.

Two weeks after that conversation, I bought a Sesame Street Bag where most of the characters in Sesame Street are drawn in the front. I brought it to school and asked Paulie if he could name every character.

Ramesh: Paulie, who’s this?
Paulie: That’s Cookie Monster!
Ramesh: Right! And this one?
Paulie: That’s Big Bird!
Ramesh: Oh my God! Next…
Paulie: That’s Ernest!
I looked at my bag once again to confirm. Confused, I also thought I was pointing at Ernie.
But then again, I was pointing at Elmo. (who’s Ernest?)

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Looking back, when I think about all the stupid terms and stupid names that I have used, I would tell myself --- “What were I thinking?” I would just laugh, trying to erase every shameful experience where I tried to be smart enough for conversations that I am really not aware/knowledgeable of.

When I was in grade five, I submitted a book review written in tables. I found the project really absurd, but still I submitted my homework. It turned out that the teacher wanted us to present a Draft and not a Graph. wasn’t that so smart? Oh, now I know what Draft means…

Here’s another: I was asking my boss about stress. Before I asked him, knowing that he’s very conscious, I really thought about the proper words to use.

Ramesh: Sir?
AABA: Ramesh?
Ramesh: Sir, what do you do when you’re STRESSED UP?!
AABA: Ah, Ramesh, when I’m STRESSED OUT, I either watch a movie or go to a fancy restaurant and eat food that I rarely eat.
Ramesh: now I’m stressed out.

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While taping Mr. Luis Manzano’s episodes for MYX. I took a break and bought myself a hotdog sandwich. When I was about to enter the elevator, a guy walking towards me smiled and looked at my shirt. We were wearing the same shirt.

Guy: Nice shirt.
Gay: hehe
Guy: Human? Got mine from the giveaways. (so what?)
Gay: Got mine from the endorser. Ha!

This was the shirt!

Enuf!

Indigo Daisies

2005-03-07T19:53:00.000-08:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m currently employed. Ha!

The whole hiring/interview occurrence wasn’t as scary as my experience with Disney. Forgive me for my bitterness --- just like what Sheryl Crow would say: The first cut is the Deepest.

Knowing that I will be having my interview this morning, I went to visit my aunts in Los Angeles over the weekend and asked my moral/financial support. They were relentless in helping me look for the best long-sleeved shirt for my appointment, sigh. After a series of debates, we settled for the bluish-violet something colored polo (which turned to be the same color of the backdrop for the Identification Cards --- wasn’t that just wonderful). They even bought me shoes to match the ensemble.

I have never dressed up that formal since my college graduation. The feeling was really uncomfortable. I felt dignified, uh!

The interview went well. Lucky for me, the Knott’s employee who interviewed me was a Filipino (born in the States), so instead of him asking me the required questions, we talked about the TFC shows that his parents loved watching. I also learned that his parents were from Bacolod, he haven’t visited the Philippines yet and is planning to spend his Christmas there this year. We even talked about his Filipino aunts who converse in Bisaya (he had a hard time pronouncing ‘Bisaya’ and I never really corrected him Ha!).

I’m actually very excited. My orientation starts tomorrow afternoon, and I have to pick up my costume (uniform) tomorrow morning. We need to be in our uniform for the training. My uniform consists of: a white long-sleeve polo, a short pleated skirt (checkered red and brown), a red printed scarf and a knee-high pair of socks. Imagine me going to work, riding the bus and jumping childishly wearing this all together. I just love it!

Vigin Records Newsletter

2005-03-05T07:59:00.000-08:00

I just received copies of to-be-released albums, recorded by two of the Philippines’ (and somehow the World’s) best vocal songsters --- MYX’s very own prima divas Ms Mayet Coniconde (two-time Gawad Urian nominee for Best New Artist and Best Soundtrack for the movie The true to life Story of Almira Muhlach: God bless the Muhlachs) and Ms Jacq Fernandez also simply known as “Irma” (two-time Tanghalang Pilipino Bisaya finalist, Golden Dove Awards winner for Best Music Video, for her song “Lihim,” and voted as the Country’s own Des’ree and female Samuel L. Jackson look-alike by the MOD Magazine).

Must Hear: Track 1. Walang Tubig, walang Pagkain (Magsayawan nalang tayo) feat Jennifer Cortez, Track 8. KKK (Kibot, Kislot, K**tot) and Track 9. Buti pa ang Ice cream Dinidilaan.

Must Hear: Track 2. Amoy Panis Penis, Track 7. Lihim, and Track 9. Penge Singko pambili ng Puto.

Ms Mayet Conconde will be releasing her latest Album on March 8, 2005 to bring homage to her long lost best friend Kaka who simply loves the Eighth of March. Irma on the other hand will be releasing hers on March 25 --- Good Friday (no reasons given).

The Ultimate Divette Extraordinaire --- Geths, will be releasing a two-disc Special Edition of her “A Girl can Dream” album. The first disc will be featuring remix versions of Geths’s songs in the album, and the second disc will contain music videos of “Geths here if you can” and “What you see is what you Geths’ --- two very well thought songs by the recording artist. This Special album will be in stores March 24.

Viva Poveda!

2005-03-04T21:11:00.000-08:00

Just this afternoon I went to Knott’s Berry Farm (The Happiest place to be in America) to pass my application form. My going there wasn’t really planned --- although I really intended to come back. I first went to the Knott’s theme park last Monday, but since I still lack some important documents they had to send me home.

At 4PM this afternoon, the mailwoman delivered the most vital component I needed for my employment (my panty --- the green embroidered lingerie I specially ordered from Macy’s). Realizing that today’s Friday, and I have less than an hour to prepare, and make it to Knott’s office before their 5PM closing --- I went out wearing my house clothes. I was totally in shambles. Uncombed hair, unwashed face, disheveled clothing --- kebs!

I arrived at the park at 4:35PM. Believe it or not, I was running --- my four-month-old unborn child was terribly complaining. Fortunately, I made it.

While waiting for my name to be called, I made myself busy listening to three little intoxicating blonde girls. They were really having fun conversing about --- perfumes! If normal (boring) people would talk about what these three girls are chatting about, the perfume subject matter would sound rather uninteresting.

Girl 1: Oh my God! Is that Very Sexy by Victoria‘s Secret? I so love that!
Girl 2: Yup!
Girl 3: Gosh me too! But, mine’s a Bath and Body Warm Vanilla Sugar! Uh! ('Sugar' was pronounced as "sheger" and was spoken in a very hard manner)
Girl 2: Those Calgon Sparkling Raspberries are so terrific aren’t they?
Girl 1: Uh!
And I was like: “Have you guys tried Bath and Body’s Sweet Pea?” (nah!)

Those girls so reminded me of my college life in Poveda. I was like the “IT” during my college years --- like if you’re hungry, IT the spaghetti. I so remember my Poveda cheer. I wanted to butt it and share the cheer with the three blanditas, but my name was already called.

P! Poveda!
O! Oveda!
V! Veda!
E! Eda!
D! Duh!

hihi

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Now, this woman isn't Povedan

Phenomenal Woman, that's me

2005-03-04T07:49:00.000-08:00

Lately I’ve been reading a lot of Maya Angelou. I thought I’d share:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see
.I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

(winner diba?!)

And here are some excerpts of her other beautifully written poems:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

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Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame - I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain - I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

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Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end
of asure beginning

Pieces of me

2005-03-02T18:10:00.000-08:00

I’m preparing myself for my vocabulary/IQ/just-about-anything exam tomorrow. If ever fortunate, I will be taking extra units in Education this coming June. I have been downloading sample tests from the net and was providential to somehow pass most of them. I’m in some way confident that I will pass the test. Ha!

I’ve always wanted to be a teacher --- funny but true. I bet you cant imagine me being called Teacher Ramesh (or worse Mr. Austria or Teacher Mekong). My fear is that they (my future students) may overpower my presence and just leave me teary eyed wanting for the moment to pass, or rather the bell to ring. Honestly, I really wanted to teach. I don’t want to sound profound or anything but I’ve always wanted to share something to the world --- by molding young minds, enabling them to realize what wonders they can bring about if they would just live life appropriately. Sigh… wasn’t that wonderful?

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I will be working soon. I have been submitting resumes and application forms to almost every employer I could find. I know beggars cannot be choosers --- and since this is my first time here in the States, any job would do.

It’s amazing that there are a lot of job openings here in the States (to think that there are still a great number of unemployed Americans, and American-wannabes, loitering the streets surviving life depending on Meal stubs and the like). And what’s nice about the jobs here is that everything’s acceptable --- there’s no degrading , demeaning or even prejudice when it comes to recognizing employment. A person can work as a Manger of some store in the morning and work as a cashier for Mcdonald’s during the evening and it isn’t a big deal really.

I’m really excited to work. I miss the tiring days. The sleepless-one-meal-a-day days and the working routines. I miss being busy --- and I definitely miss being underweight. Ha!

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Believe it or not, I love TV dinners! Especially the Salisbury Meal! delicious.

Here are some of the things/happenings that I only was able to experience here in the States. I’m really not a hundred percent pleased sharing this, but I just cant help myself. You may find some of them peculiar, or even shallow for me to even mention… I don’t care!:

* I often told myself, watching Filipino movies where made-up families eat dozens of hotdogs and bacons for breakfast (with orange juice!) or that people with stocked cakes and ice creams inside their refrigerators, as if conscious that a guest will be coming --- that that kind of practice only happen in movies. I was wrong. People here even have an additional freezer for their ‘extra’ food.

* Who would have imagined that the Listerine Mouth wash is a common bathroom hygienic thingie. I am a sanitary person. I brush my teeth and wash my face accordingly. I am just amazed that people here are ’used to’ all these extra hygienic purposes. Its not that it’s a bad thing or anything…

* Fresh milk in the refrigirator! Drink all you can.

* Large amounts of food serving. Believe me, they’re overwhelming. When the menu specifically indicated that the burger that they will be serving is a quarter pounder, be sure you’re ready to eat that amount of food. Probably I’m just used to eating small servings --- Big Macs in the Philippines are more or less just Double Cheese Burgers here in the States.

* I am actually (very) afraid to answer the phone. I often tell myself: “Hey! You’re an educated person! You know how to speak English! --- Edukada naman akong tao!” Probably because I’m still not used to conversing with the United States people (Filipinos included). I would often wait for the answering machine to start speaking, then eventually pick up if the call is for me. Sigh…

Now I’m starting to feel ashamed.

Simply Bitterness

2005-03-02T16:39:00.000-08:00

Oprah’s Mariah Carey episode aired today. Instead of hating myself for the unluckiness, I somehow was happy for the kid who was chosen to meet Mariah in person. He’s a twelve year old boy from Hawaii, with a really exceptional voice. Actually, all he wanted to experience was to be on the Oprah show and perform for Oprah, the ‘meeting-Mariah’ was a bonus because, just like Oprah said: “Mariah Has a very big Heart. And when she found out that we were going to help this little boy with his Wildest Dream, she (Mariah) lend a hand herself.”

The boy had his moment. He performed on the Oprah show, singing Mariah’s Hero, while his parents, together with Oprah and Mariah was sitting in front. Before the performance, a VTR was shown where Mariah with Randy Jackson of American Idol was coaching this little boy so that he could properly sing “Hero.” It was so emotional!--- and I just hate the feeling of jealousy! Argh!

After the boy sang (and that was a beautiful performance), Oprah announced the he will be given a recording contract, and will be able to record a song which will be produced by Mariah Carey herself. The boy’s parents were already crying, and so were the audience. I was already biting my blanket!

Enough with that.

Snapshots! part II

2005-03-01T17:33:00.000-08:00

I thought I’ve seen the worse.
But the pictures that I’m about to present remarkably are bedazzling. Some of these photos has been sent to me ages ago, unfortunately its just now that I was able to open them. If the “Snapshots” set was already disconcerting, wait till you reach the last photo in this entry.

Rej and Me

Here are the MYX deities after another session with Ms Regina Santos. From left: Tisay; wearing a Rene Salud gown, accessorized by herself --- Her look: Sophisticated Flight Attendant, then again maybe not. In the middle is me, Pearly. Gown made by Pitoy Moreno. My look: Quiapo Fortuneteller. And to my left is Twinkle in a very enthusiastic pose saying: “Gusto nyo ba ng Chicharon?”

Here’s another product of Photo Magic.

Tisay, Pearly and the Ultimate Foundation Queen, successor to Ms Baby Aranas --- Shondelle

Here are pictures taken during my Farewell get-together. And we actually picked the best spot, just infront of the Icon-studded altar.

And here are the pictures from MYX’s Laguna Outing.

This was taken right after everybody woke up the second day. Jacq daldal was the one who initiated the picture taking, inspired by the morning beauty theory. The one in the middle, the very bossy and yet motherly figue, is Tiya Mayet.

This was taken right after we have chosen our beds. When this photo was taken, I just felt like a star.

Take note of the Lanzones that Joey is holding (the second girl from left --- the tomboyish Chantal Umali look alike) We wanted to really feel that we were in Laguna and bought so many kilos of LAN zones (which were as big as Jacq‘s nipples). Unfortunately they were as sour as Jacq’s too.

And now you are about to witness the most disturbing photograph you will ever see. Here’s the MYX dream team with their final pose

From Left: At the back is Danrie (Geth's long-time boyfriend). Wearing black is Jacq (who seemed to have swallowed a gallon of water), Just below Jacq, wearing white shirt is Marce (in a I-have-been-raped-by-the-Tau-gama-gang pose). Beside Jacq is me (in a ‘The Ring’ pose), behind me --- Geths (in a freakish kind of a pose). Beside me is the confused Joey (in a very motherly pose, as if she has witnessed her daughter making out with a stranger). And lastly, is Cathy Cruz (the one behind the whole Gulat idea)

Searchin' my soul

2005-03-01T15:21:00.000-08:00

I have been blog-hopping all morning trying to inspire myself to write something rather amusing. These past few days were very displeasing --- I have been praying for peace for so long now. My heart pains whenever I find myself powerless, incapable of solving problems. I actually find it hard to understand the solution --- I guess there isn’t any solution. My facial muscles are living their own lives now… believe it or not, they move by themselves. Funny that I still have the unnerving capability to calm myself. Maybe despondency isn’t that brawny after all. Pardon me if I cannot elaborate --- I myself am detached to my individuality and am somewhat confused.

Forgive me for that introduction… I was just trying to be poetic. Then again, composed.

Back to the blog-hopping --- there were at least two bloggers whose recent entries were really entertaining. Unfortunately, I will only be sharing one of the two, but believe me, this entry will leave you astounded. I felt this guy’s pain, and I --- anyway here’s what he wrote:

Will everyone agree that the girl in the picture is the devil?

Here’s my story:I knew little about myself when I met that boy, and what I knew, I did not believe. They had lied to me so many times, so I just took it as it came, his green eyes, his black hair, his naked body in my dreams, on the sheets of my bed, the tiny hairs curling on his legs like fine defined shells against the white of his skin, his sex I imagined in my hand, harder and harder under my palm, sweat jumping out of his pores like sudden trails of broken white across a page of words, until his knees locked with little clicks and under my hand he gathered and shook, and an actual flood like milk came out of his body, glowing on his belly.

I opened my eyes and un-cocked my face, alone.

My bed sheets twisted and crumpled, balled in knots, revealing myself as the nervous stereotype of a pimply teenager, asocial compulsively masturbating misfit who grows up to be the lone pornography consumer, a furtive pervert in a raincoat. I was lovesick for Chad Bridgford, and I imagined our sexual acrobatics daily.

I still remember that day in 7th grade when, in the pubertal locker room teeming with young sweaty boys from gym class, Chad changed from briefs to boxers. It was the end and beginning of an era for me, and at that moment I knew I had to grow up too. I quickly encouraged my mom to buy me boxers – begging, fitting, fussing and squealing for them. His locker directly across from mine, I caught a glimpse of Chad everyday that year. My reverie was fulfilled for a long time to come. I am gay because of Chad.

Friends since 2nd grade, I finally grew jealous of his popularity among halfwits and distanced myself from him. That same year I shaved my head and discovered music. Despite his disgusting neo-conservative values, Chad would still be on my mind through high school, reappearing in my economics class senior year. Now with hair on his chest, espousing conservative rhetoric, the little black sprouted delicately from his classic white shirt, still donning blue jeans.

A gay name to be sure – Chad Bridgeford – so misleading. Last June: He’s married, at a young age, to a girl with washed-out hair and a washed-out smile: anorexic chic. The worn-out Christian image in our little town, a relegation to some marginal role in a world where the preacher-girl possesses of almost blinding physical perfection preen, parade, ignore, dismiss. My childhood dreams have come true, for her.

***

Isn’t that something? Sigh.
after reading his post, and after gazing at the guy’s beautiful face… I found myself staring at the computer monitor, somehow inspired and somehow elated --- now I know there’s somebody else much more melancholic than me. Thank you.

I am a Disney Princess

2005-02-28T19:52:00.000-08:00

My childhood dream of becoming one of Disney’s princesses was shattered last Friday. It’s quite strange that a part of me really believed that the Disney people would, blindly, consider me. Ha! If only they knew how greatly I can execute royalty.

Kidding aside --- last Friday distraught my Disney Career dreams. They relentlessly told me that they won’t have openings till Summer (which is in June). Considering that that Disney interview was my first here in the States, I found myself flabbergasted, totally wordless. I wanted to defend myself by letting them reconsider, and try to put me in any position agreeable. Everything was in slow motion. The HR lady, who tremendously looked like Jessica Zafra, looked at me in a very scrupulous way, as if she’s sending me brain waves --- questioning my ability to understand. I smiled at her, hoping that my Carebear-ish sort of tactic would work. Instead she stood up and lead me to the door. Walking away from Zafra’s office towards the main door seemed so far than I have imagined. I was floating.

Just before the glass door of the main entrance opened, I inhaled deeply (capturing the moment as if it was perfectly directed)… then as my face felt the post winter breeze… I finally sighed. And told my self, in what I believe would be the most award winning moment of conversation since Madrasta: Goodbye Disney.

I left the park with a heavy heart. Clueless. I have been waiting for the chance to be able to work in Disneyland ever since I found out that normal people, people like me, can really work there. Now everything’s a yesterday’s dream.
Now, I’m about to face another dilemma. Even harder than what I have discussed. I do not know how to end this entry. Probably just like this.

Googlism says: Ramesh is Back!

2005-02-27T19:36:00.000-08:00

I have to thank Cat-ling-ka (who I believe has one of the prettiest blogs ever), who also is thanking her friend Kagey, for introducing the Googlism site. Googlism was also Cat-ling-ka’s most recent entry --- and the curious little Mermaid inside me tried to get the picture, tried to understand why she and her friend were into it.

According to the site: Googlism will find out what Google.com thinks of you, your friends or anything. All I had to do was to type my name, and the search engine looked for particulars, specifics, details (and everything else ’somehow connected’ to my name).

Here’s mine: RAMESH IS?

ramesh is boo
ramesh is in a fix
ramesh is also the interim
ramesh is back with shivrajkumar ramesh and rashi
ramesh is not an idealist
ramesh is the programme executive of Asia net radio
ramesh is a frustrating cricketer
ramesh is known to often go out of his way and get lost in cities
ramesh is a renegade physicist
ramesh is in louisville
ramesh is known around the world as a master of pure advaita
ramesh is at present secretary of the economic affairs department of the congress party in new delhi
ramesh is back in the big league
ramesh is this the right time to buy? Mr. ramesh
ramesh is not answering my questions
ramesh is a graduate of the university of Mississippi at oxford and holds advanced degrees in math and computer science
ramesh is widely regarded as undeniably unique and uncompromising in his presentation of the concepts
ramesh is keen to spearhead a programme that develops youth volunteers
ramesh is what is known as a "crisis" player
ramesh is responsible for overseeing the day
ramesh is under the tutelage of the legendary maestro pandit ravi shankar
ramesh is the gnats server hostname
ramesh is very well known to the sci
ramesh is the founder and president of rippleimpact
ramesh is an experienced chief computer systems officer in internet startups
ramesh is a specialist physician in a group practice in Durban
ramesh is not only using his official position to further the interests of the unc
ramesh is the nominal defendant in any case against the state
ramesh is a world
ramesh is back
ramesh is also a cofounder of a company that produces virtual trade fairs
ramesh is telling the truthramesh is playing games
ramesh is fascinated by the mystery of the female principle
ramesh is a tea
ramesh is the most versatile and unique actor in Canada cinema
ramesh is usual and best in the climax
ramesh is a research fellow at the institute
ramesh is the chief executive officer
ramesh is backed by more than the approximately $40
ramesh is self
ramesh is younger than rani by 10 years
ramesh is attempting to keep up with the furious pace
ramesh is convinced that madan is innocent
ramesh is at his familiar station with an abridged bookstall
ramesh is in fine fettle and looks set to achieve his maiden grandmaster norm in the masters section of the biel international open
ramesh is a crucial link in the extortion case filed by another contractor
ramesh is the founder and president of philosopher's stone ventures
ramesh is cutting a mango
ramesh is breathtaking
ramesh is just
ramesh is a born yogi from India
ramesh is a post
ramesh is a mere puppet because ajit knows his
ramesh is responsible for managing sales and service of business solutions of viva usa inc
ramesh is currently chairperson of the partner development committee at marakon
ramesh is a fast learner and is possessed of a very good temperament and his success will allow india to play saurav ganguly in the middle
ramesh is at work on a series of sun mandalas for a coffee table set he's just finished designing
ramesh is now completely bed ridden
ramesh is an outstanding technical person who has also served in several production
ramesh is infact my own son
ramesh is also on the executive council of the asian association of aesthetic dentistry
ramesh is a commerce graduate with cost accounting qualifications with over 13 years exp in banking software industry and it business top
ramesh is a senior transportation engineer and project manager with the transportation systems group of lea consulting ltd
ramesh is scheduled to meet ng wei of hong kong in the second round and has a good chance of making it to the third round today
ramesh is a core member of the web development teamramesh is a good guy
ramesh is making his film debut thro' jeeva's pepsi
ramesh is a serious threat on both sides of the disc
ramesh is in serious danger of losing his place in the side
ramesh is also active as a consultant in the internet marketing area
ramesh is author of several articles on strategy theory and various aspects of software services
ramesh is an experienced chief technology officer
ramesh is a senior member of ieee; president of the csus sigma xi club; and serves the ieee at the university
ramesh is amply endowed with compassion
ramesh is learning music and exhibits interest in learning painting also
ramesh is a network engineer for a state agency in trivandrum
ramesh is traveling?
ramesh is responsible for coordinating and overseeing the day to day operations on behalf of global
ramesh is still alive
ramesh is investigating accelerated ageing of cement
ramesh is currently an assistant professor in cognitive science at the university of california

I can therefore conclude, after all these description, that Googlism is bogus!
Although I enjoyed reading every depiction.

Snapshots!

2005-02-26T12:06:00.000-08:00

I was fortunate to find a way to transfer some of the pictures I have in my cell phone to the computer. The pictures that I have kept for so long --- not because the photos are confidential --- I’m simply selfish. Most of these are intimate, candid and fortuitous snapshots that changed my outlook in life.

Now I believe that the time has come for me to share this very wonderful experience. What you are about to see may change your way of living negatively, so if you’re not equipped to witness the World’s queerest set of pictures, don’t continue…

The pictures are divided into sets and/or categories. Each has a detailed description to best understand the picture. I will be including some background information about the photos to further comprehend and realize the snapshot’s manifestation.

Here are the Ten Commandments in beautiful photography.

COMMANDEMENT I. Thou shall always smile --- the bigger and brighter smile the better. Trust me.

COMMANDMENT II. Thou shall contain Emotion

Takot Virgin --- a rare kind of fear. Limited are the people who still experience this type of terror

Takot Cita Astals --- fear of Celebrities. This is one of the unlisted types of phobias. Not so many people are familiar with this kind of irrational fear.

Takot Taka --- a special kind of fear practiced by well trained artists, combining at least two emotions per expression.

Takot sabay Jebs --- a type of fear only old people with ages 48-80 experience --- Considering their weak immune system and less healthy blood cells.

Takot Pudra --- Fatherly Fear. Very normal.

Takot Petra --- a kind of fear involving transformation.

Takot Odette Khan --- another type of Fear of Celebrities.

Takot Mudra --- Motherly fear, also normal.

Takot Molly --- Fear of Oneself.

Takot Lilia Kuntapay --- another example of Fear of Celebrities.

Takot Kris Aquino --- Fear of Celebrities.

Takot Kolehiala --- a well trained and well practiced type of fear. Often laughed at and seldom appreciated.

Takot Funda --- Excessive Fear, result of too much facial powder.

Takot Balot --- this type of fear is a combination of Fear of Celebrities and Excessive Fear (result of too much body cholesterol)

Takot Sindak --- Fear of Fear

COMMANDMENT III. Thou shall involve Sibling Affection
--- Involving sisterly or brotherly love in pictures never failed to captivate viewers. The feeling of camaraderie, love and trust has always been an effective device for a photograph to be beautiful.

Latundan at Lakatan --- these are not your ordinary Step sisters.

Ate

Star Circle Batch 88

COMMANDMENT IV. Thou shall incorporate Love

Rico and Pia

Lesbi-lovers

Antonym: Thou shall not hanker after, lust and want what he or she cannot possess.

Inggeterang Kuba

Lustful Wanting --- There’s no me without him
“Pa-pichur naman kame oh!”

COMMANDMENT V. Thou shall Endorse ( Thou shall learn to Improvise)
The use of Material Things, such as the Telephone, some book…etc, has always been an effective tool in producing beautiful photographs. This kind of picture making has been practiced for centuries and still is being used today. People have learned to develop their improvisation.

Pandora Negra --- trying to challenge Lorna Tolentino’s Water Distilling business.

Taipei --- “I’ll need to have souvenir!”

Hulihin si Debbie Dabiana --- Incorporating Weakness and Strength

Eternity

Mariah & Janet

Cheeky Girls

Pearly --- My first honey facial.

Powie --- the use of background imaging (next time, make sure that you’re worth seeing than the background)

Irma Concert --- Photo Magic

Here’s an example of the all-time favorite ‘Telephone’ improvisation

COMMANDMENT VI. Thou shall not lie
There are photographs that simply bring out the innate beauty of the images.

Irma --- My first successful rebonding. Take a look at me now, cause there’s just an empty space…

La Vista, Laguna --- this picture was taken after Jacq aka Irma and I had this dialogue (just after she woke up)
Irma: Di ba sabi nila kapag bagong gising ka daw, yun yung totoo mong itsura?
Mesh: so anu ibig mong sabihin?
Irma: sabe nila, maganda daw ang lahat pag bagong gising…
Mesh: so maganda ka?
Irma: pa-picture tayo!
*** That’s Cathy at the back

Kiemedu --- inspired by the WHAM and the Pet shop boys days

She’s a lady, ohwowow she’s a lady…

Antonym:

Thou shall not obviously modify age and/or appearance.

Lota

COMMANDMENT VII. Thou shall always include a Popular Person
This type of practice has always been proven to be effective in taking beautiful pictures --- regardless if the person with the public figure is not in good condition (physically --- secreting outstanding amounts of facial oil)

The Songbird and the T-bird.

Rico and Chantal Umali

Marce and Mr. North Guy

Jericho Rosales and the Catanduanes raffle draw winner of the “Maggi Shikshik Plokplok” promo.

Kasinungalingan ito! Hindi ako makapapayag!

Ms Lisa Mineli and a fan

Geoff Eigenmann and the ever beautiful Mesh

The Beauties with Big Boss AABA (in a DTI representative pose)

Mark and Sam (who is unfortunately suffering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome)

COMMANDMENT VIII. Thou shall know how to Emote

Wawa

Mega Mall scandal

Almirang Pugot --- Perfect!

COMMANDMENT IX. Thou shall result to Photo Editing for better results
Resulting to Photo Editing is not entirely a negative attempt. Although the obvious fact, which is frustration and desperation, truly shows… these types of photos are works of Art and are definitely beautiful. (Forgive me, I’m just defending myself)

Best Movie: Lumpiang Ubod ng Sarap
Where three working best friends struggle through life’s greatest ordeals. Three stories, three realizations and three rape scenes.

Happy Birthday! --- Just when you thought nobody remembered your special day… from Mary Ong

Best TV Soap: Familia Zaragosa, Karel Marquez being the mother/wicked witch.

Best Concert Tandem: Diva 2 Diva

Best Fantasy Movie: Lusob! Sisid! Sindak! Dyesebel

Best TV Advertisement: Pepsi Warriors

COMMANDMENT X. Thou shall be Oneself

What can I say? True Blue baby I love you…

I may be butchy, but I still have a pussy.

Diwatang Jubis --- Make a Wish!

Be Fluent in Flowers

2005-02-24T21:31:00.000-08:00

Every Flower has a meaning.
Flowers, through the years, has been great vehicles for man.
It made man appreciate nature.
Alleviated man’s ordeal in releasing emotions.
Flowers helped man understand science…
And flowers greatly contributed to man’s vanity.
Flowers made man smile…
And it also made them cry.
Flowers gave man hope, aspiration and even closure.

Let us be fluent in flowers.

Now, Hallmark can help you speak the language of flowers with dazzling bouquets designed to say just what you mean

Send flowers like you mean it…

Yellow Rose --- Friendship
There was an advertisement here in the States shown just days before Valentines, cautioning/guiding inspired suitors/love partners in sending the right flowers. Yellow Roses are not the flowers that would best express whatever a ‘loving’ person feels. On a negative connotation, these are pity flowers with a primary motive: stop hoping…please. Think twice to avoid misinterpretations.

Best given to: Childhood (best)friends who are frustrated and are bitterly waiting for their right persons.

When receiving this kind of flower:
From a current lover/partner --- it’s time to pack up and it’s definitely time for you to look for better prospects. Don’t take the flowers with you! You won’t want people looking at you sympathetically.
From an all-time crush --- Be grateful, and very thankful that he/she even bought you flowers. This one will never happen (not unless blackmail is involved).

Calla Lily --- Beauty
A lot of woman (including the gay population) would agree with me when I say that flowers simply are entities of Beauty (yun na yun)

Best given to: Yourself, or to somebody you know who has great taste, and is smart enough to give you the same.

When receiving this kind of flower: Just act natural. You’re simply beautiful, what else is there to prove?

Red Rose --- Love
The most overused flower. There’s nothing more to say.

Gerbera Daisy --- Happiness
So, if you’re Gerbera Daisy, and you know it, Clap your hands!
Among the many attributes flowers help bring out from people receiving them, the most obvious manifestation would be Happiness. Regardless of the intention, people receiving flowers always felt gladness, a bit of ecstasy (probably including the dead).

Pink Lily --- Mother
This is one of the best gifts a mother would want to receive on her birthday or on Mother’s day. Though very typical, and somehow expected --- flowers has always proven their worth, especially for women. A mother receiving flowers on her special day would most likely feel that she’s loved, cherished and esteemed.

Pink Rose --- Thanks
These are pre-mature Red flowers. Their intentions are similar to the Red ones, only lesser. These are I’m-not-sure-but-here-are-flowers-anyway flowers --- A play-safe kind of offering.

Best given to: Blind dates, Prom dates and One-night-stand partners.

When receiving this kind of flower:
From a Blind Date: He is being polite.
From a Prom Date: He is well trained.
From a One-night-stand partner: He is very thankful, and would want another night.

White Rose --- Purity

Orchids --- Grandmother
The best flowers for the green thumbs in the family.
Orchids are also one of the expensive varieties. These strain is also often used for weddings, proms and graduation ceremonies (even for funerals). Their unique physical look differentiates them from the others --- elevating their status from the common sorts.

Sunflower --- Respect
I actually don’t know why the Sunflower convey Respect. Maybe because of their stance? Or probably because of their grandstanding aura… one can really never tell. (isn’t obvious that I have nothing else to write? Kebs!)

Lisianthus --- Appreciation
Though Flowers have many meanings, giving a woman flowers is letting her know that she is well appreciated --- Although inconsiderate suitors and forgetful boyfriends/husbands tend to end up buying flowers to cover up for their blunders.

Everlasting flower --- For Everlasting beauty
The Everlasting flower is an everlasting flower (need I say more?)

Best Given to: Senioritas attending the Santacruzan. Very faithful ladies with ankle-length skirts and very wavy hairs (and oily if I may add)

Ilang-Ilang --- Animosity
I’m sure you’ll understand what I mean. (take note of the bigote)

Gumamelas for Ate Lidya

2005-02-20T13:51:00.000-08:00

I never really wanted to write a special entry for the February birthday celebrants. A simple greeting through Friendster would actually be enough. To cut the introduction short --- for it wasn’t for a certain picture of a friend who’ll be celebrating his 24th life anniversary this month, which truly unnerved me.

Ill be saving the best for last… you’ll understand me by the time you reach the last part of this entry.

Here are February’s Special children in no particular order ---

Raymund Austria --- Nope he’s not a relative. I first met Raymund during my first year-second semester ROTC assembly. We were the only deities, I believe, in the UST’s last platoon. Our platoon consisted of remnants from the first class squads --- students who never had original units, and who failed to register on the required date. We were the left overs --- and we liked it that way.
Raymund and I would make up stories whenever we would decide to go home early. Since both of us have the same surnames, one never leaves without the other, convincing the platoon leaders that we’re siblings. Somehow he eased the anguish and the torture we were going through every Sunday. Him with his apple, Gatorade and his cutie bimpos.

Kathleen Delos Santos --- the premature, early divirginized colehiala who accidentally swallowed the crumpled piece of paper I threw towards her while she was enthusiastically laughing.

Sydrick Salazar --- my classmate who turned to be a neighbor as well. Syd and I only realized we’re living in the same village and dramatically four houses away from each other after receiving copies of our class directories (which was a year after we first knew each other).

Apols Fabros --- one of the class’ nymphs.

Shanwar --- Happy Birthday to you!

Uncle Martin --- My dearest uncle who’s now living in San Francisco. He celebrates his birthday on the same day where most of the people I know bitterly locks themselves inside their rooms and houses --- condemning their frustrated lives for not having dates and lovers.
We are like Mariah and Notorious B.I.G. (the 'M' on my jacket is a giveaway)

Rain Yamson --- his picture would best describe him.

GROWTH-

And here is my dear friend Paulie, who’s turning 24 on February 26!
A perfect embodiment of self resistance, self motivation and self lying (if there’s such a word)
he’s a person who will stand for what he believes in… would appreciate what is given to him (bitterly)
My preacher, my friend, my sister.

Now, you understand?

Looking In

2005-02-20T12:42:00.000-08:00

Lets talk about the ever favorite Valentine coat of arms: the Heart and the arrow

I have always understood this symbol as a plain representation of love. An arrow simply struck somebody’s heart, thus, somehow, obliging the person to fall deeply in love. My Literature professor in college explained better. This depiction however has two very agreeable connotations, both mythological and scientific.

The mythological reasoning, the one everybody could have already guessed, is the one that involves Eros, or most popularly known as Cupid --- and the involved arrow is most likely his. This analysis most of us already knew. We would either blame Cupid for the frustrated or unattainable love he has given us, or thank him for finally giving us the chance to experience happiness. The heart is simply a interpretation.

The scientific explanation, the one that really made me realize, is the better version. Ms Nerissa, my college professor, tried to made us picture this:

Given that the heart is real. A human heart --- beating, bloody and existent.
Let us say, the arrow already exists. It by now struck the heart (with reasons we don’t know)
The heart can still live through. Just like people undergoing dialysis with plastic tubes inside their peritoneal. And just like disabled athletes, with metal bone supports, still performing efficiently, sometimes even better than the normal people.
All the heart had to do is live with the situation.
Pulling the arrow outward, whether forward or through the back, would still damage the heart. Probably that is why arrows are designed ingeniously that way.
The heart then co-exists with the arrow.
Whether in pain, or in normal condition…
Just like when somebody’s in love. His heart hurts. He may be happy, but still throbbing. No person is permanently happy when in love. Letting go of somebody is painful enough. And obviously having nobody to share the love is dreadful.
When the arrow is inside the heart, we ache. Pulling the arrow out of the heart, we ache more.

Belated Happy Valentines to everybody... and let there be snow in California.

Mga Tantrums ni Liwayway Laway

2005-02-18T21:37:00.000-08:00

It just saddens me…

A week ago from today, Oprah.com emailed me (I am a proud member, thank you) one of their thoughts of the day. The little mischievous Mermaid inside me suddenly came up with the most implausible idea ever. I wanted to be on the show.

Hey! I’m not in the Philippines anymore. Gone are the frustrated days where I frequently sign up myself to obviously-impossible foreign contests and memberships. I even sent a letter to MTV, almost begging them --- okay, really begging them, to pick me for their ’wanna be your musical idol?’ promo. All my friends were bombarded by phone calls asking for enormous favors and requesting for moral support, just for my letter to make it to Singapore. I have never fully recovered.

And now Oprah gave me another sign. Almost the same sign I saw/felt when I first saw the Chinese girl whose dreams came true when she made a video, produced by MTV, with her being Britney Spears. I can still feel the tingling sensation inside me… ooooooooohhh Barracuda!

The original plan was to send Oprah an email (a simple and yet very captivating letter). The letter mainly talked about my fascination with Mariah Carey. Forgive me, I cant talk about anything else. The email was very straight to the point, and I believe that what I wrote there really came from my heart. Cheka!! I requested Oprah to guest her in line with her new album, and with that.. Hihi.. I wanted to be on the show. hihi

The things i do for Love...

I opened the Oprah site and registered. When I was about to paste my testimonial, I accidentally saw Mariah Carey’s name just below the same page. I checked it out and found out that Oprah will be guessing her anyway. Still, I pasted my letter and hoped for the best. When I was about to close the page, I found a note obliging us writers to send the Oprah staff a video tape explaining why we are Mariah’s #1 fan. I suddenly looked at my ride side, away from the computer, talked to myself and said “Ganon?!”

I still never considered this dilemma a hindrance. I made arrangements… once again concerned people were bombarded by requests and favors… I traveled far and beyond… rode a bus for an hour and a half… rode the subway for another hour… waited for a friend for half an hour (regardless if the weather wasn’t very agreeable)… charged my borrowed video camera for an hour… rode a friend’s car… traveled for another thirty minutes… positioned myself along the sandy sidewalk of a certain LA beach… and started emoting. I was triumphant! It’s just now that I’d laugh about all the things that I have done… kebs!

I sent the tape the day after I returned from Los Angeles. I even told the Filipina Post Office woman what the tape is for. She wished me good luck and sort of smiled (with her plum-ish lipstick) and dropped my package into her priority box. I cant still believe that I’ve done what I did… nevertheless, it felt good. Walking away from the post office i finally confirmed, i do have a very thick face.

Here’s the sad part:

Today is February 18, 2005. This morning, I had high spirits… hoping that my very obscure homage would make it though. I checked my email account hoping that the Oprah team already sent me a notice regarding the tape and the email I sent. There was nothing! All I got for today is their thoughts for the day and a Mariah Carey Newsletter. Huhu… the newsletter is about Mariah’s ALREADY taped Oprah episode! Which was actually today! Sheet!

Ang tanong! which until now bothers me... Nasaan ang tape?

I don’t want to express my emotions anymore. Let there be darkness… as dark as Oprah
***back up music: Ang karimlan ay haharapin...Matatanaw ko rin Bughaw na langit...Umaasang ang pagibig mo ay magbabalik...Pawiin mo ang lungkot sa puso ko...Kahit madilim ang kalawakan...May nagtatagong sinag sa ulap

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Drag Queen

2005-02-17T11:19:00.000-08:00

A series of unfortunate events just happened. I apologize to the loving people who continually read my entries, and for not updating my blog…

I will be writing soon. I miss writing…

And to the people who found time and sent me opinions whatsoever, please be wise enough to include your names. I am merely an Indian Mermaid, still human… not a gorgeous psychic (although still gorgeous).

Confessions of a Fabulous Churchgoer

2005-02-07T08:41:00.000-08:00

My going to church every Sunday this year is far more often and better than last year (and all the years since high school). I admit that my faith is not very commanding to persuade me to attend Mass weekly. I’m simply not faithful enough, and for that I’m very ashamed… being raised by a very religious grandmother whose altar contain at least fifty deities, and being able to study and graduate from an exclusive Catholic school --- St. Theresa’s College (got you there --- it’s actually St Mary’s)

I have realized, just last Sunday, that my going to mass really had no faithful purpose. I just went to church for the sake of going. I really had no intent, no objective. Probably its better that way? I don’t want to sound demon-ish or anything… I just don’t want my reason for my going to Mass is because I need/want something to happen or the like. I’m a bad bad person.

Back when I was still in high school, even in elementary… we’d all rejoice whenever a student’s Mass is to be scheduled for the day. Not because we’re all very enthusiastic to have another conversation with God, but because we’d skip some of our subjects. We’d usually take longer time during the Communion ceremony just to prolong the Mass. Some of my very courageous classmates would even raise their hands during Homily to ask questions… hehe (those were the days). We had a lot of student Masses back then. There were the first Friday Masses, the third week Masses with Confession and the other Special Masses which we regularly do in honor of the saints and the Catholic occasions we celebrate.

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I remember a comic article I read where a boy was asking his mother:
Boy: Mom, why do you always want us to be quiet when inside the church (during the Mass)?
Instead of the mother, his sister answered:
Girl: because there are a lot of old people sleeping.

Honestly, I have never slept during the Mass. I never tried… I just thought that it was really sinful. I yawn a lot, but I never thought about sleeping. I know people who do, or did.

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I also remember a story we made up during college. We were told that the Salinggawi dance troop of the University of Santo Tomas will be performing at the Las Pinas Bamboo organ Church or something… we actually imagined them performing in front of the churchgoers while the Mass is in process. Every reply by the people is being matched with a stunt, or a spectacular pyramid act, involving “HUHAs” and “Go Tigers!” Every time the people were obliged to answer Amen, the slimiest cheerleader is to be thrown in the air, arms across her chest, twirling in the air, with her ponytail gracefully being swept by the wind… Huha!

Funny that we really had the time and the talent to create such a story. We actually told people about this. Some actually believed us.

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Church songs gives me shivers. I really become very emotional when beautiful Christian songs are being sang during the Mass. Back when I was still studying at the School of the Holy Spirit, we were taught to sing the Mass songs. Amazingly, we were really good… even having second voices for a very big group of students. Anima Kristi and Stalla Maris were two of my favorites. And I also like the song where the lyrics included: “Gunita mo“…something

Just last Sunday, the song that really made me emotionally flabbergasted (in a very subtle, Christian way) was Here I am Lord. It really reminded me of my childhood, being interracial, with a white mother and a half-half father. Growing up in the neighborhood I was raised was really a struggling process… (now that was me being Mariah… huha!)

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There are two parts in the Mass that really makes me uneasy. One is the Our Father part were the priests somehow orders the people to hold hands and really join in the singing. When I go to mass with my family, it’s actually okay… but holding hands with a complete stranger really is unprincipled (again, in a subtle, please-understand-me way) well, I really wont mind holding the hands of Tom Cruise or Piolo… never mind.

The second: the 'Peace be with you' part. This time I don’t mind greeting people I don’t know. But, when I’m with my family… we were somekinda obliged to approach each and everyone and kiss them while saying Peace be with you. [Here in the States, everybody shake hands… even among their families]. I really don’t mind kissing my relatives… it’s the scene that we’re causing that’s bothering me.

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There’s one song that really reminds me of my childhood Christmas… the song Emmanuel Emmanuel. Whenever this song is being played, I remember myself sitting outside the school looking at the windows where our home made lanterns were hanged. I was still very young then (of course) wearing my 1 ½ feet of khaki shorts… with my never-dirty polo, with my knee long socks… my Greg shoes…

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I know, being a Catholic and all, that going to Mass every Sunday is a must. It’s actually something that I must practice, for it is the only day that God really wanted us to devote for him. I am not giving a sermon or anything… just wanted to say something.

Blender on Mariah Carey

2005-02-06T18:24:00.000-08:00

Blender: The Ultimate guide to Music and more features Mariah Carey this month. I just can not help myself when I first saw the magazine. The magazine, which’s cover shows a very sultry (or rather pok-pokin) Mariah Carey (giving too much emphasis on her breasts), appeared to be on her side. I enjoyed reading the article about her. Although I find her very way of speaking, as quoted in the magazine, overly maarte… kebs! I like her and that’s just it.

Forgive me if I had to write an entry about her, or about her interview in Blender. I know some people really despise her, and I understand you for that. This time, just shut up and read.

The interview was done by William Shaw, who I think is gay because of his little comments on Mariah… Here are some of the very amusing things he wrote:

At the appointment time, Carey sweeps into Lure for our face to face interview. It’s a large but chic fish restaurant in Manhattan. The maitre d’ flutters. Carey, who came with her new manager Benny Medina and her Jack Russell -- Jack, had been polite, deliberately un-pop-star-like, inquiring, “How was your hotel? And the weather where you’re from?” with the sort of solicitousness of one keen to avoid appearing too diva-esque.
William: Shall we order?
MC: Sure, what are you getting?
William: I think we should get some skewers
MC: That’s cool!
William: You like chicken?
MC: I’m not in the mood for it
Ramesh: hihi.. beeech

She scans the menu, not wanting anything. She eventually picks a bowl of clam chowder, of which she will toy with three or four small spoonfuls.

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She’s learned to to take regular breaks. She relaxes at home with her cat Willy D and the dog Jack, playing the Sims on her Mac or watching movies like Mean Girls. There are days that she doesn’t speak. Friends call her and she doesn’t pick up. Instead she texts them: “I’m having a vocal rest.” She’s aware it sounds ridiculous, especially when they answer mockingly, “That’s a good one, I’m having one tomorrow.”

William: LA Reid (Island Def Jam chairman) said he thinks you’re happiest at Disney World on a roller coaster?
MC: He did? Well he asked me if I believed in Santa Claus
William: Which you did?
MC: I do.
Ramesh: The point? Connection?

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William: Seventy five percent of the female contestants on American Idol try to emulate your vocal style. Are you aware that you’ve spawned a lot of truly terrible singers?
MC: laughs… I’m sorry about that. But I don’t really watch those shows.
William: you first hit the chart 15 years ago this year. There’s a new generation of female singers out there. Do you ever wonder where you fit in?
Ramesh: Very Boy Abunda… watch out for a play-safe answer!
MC: I’ve never looked at myself as a Top 40 artist --- although other people did.
Ramesh: told you.
William: so what advice would you give this new generation?
MC: I don’t feel they need advice. They started in a different way from me (she then talks about her unpleasant childhood… sigh)
William: We’d better eat some of this sushi. The chef will be mad at us if we don’t.
MC: Yeah!
She then picks a single morsel of fish, dips it in the chili and eats it.

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WINNER!!:
Benny Medina, her aforesaid manager checked if she was okay. He sees she’s barely eaten and suggests it would be a good idea to have some food before they return to the studio. It will be a long night. She tells him she wants to eat but doesn’t want to order in front of the Blender journalist because she doesn’t want us to know what she orders. You do stuff like that when you’re Mariah Carey.
But, curiously, listening to the new album, it’s clear there’s nothing about her childhood on it -- except for the title Emancipation of Mimi, “Mimi” was a childhood nickname given by her friends and family. And that’s why its an emancipation. She doesn’t feel like writing songs those songs now.
Then the waiters start arriving with trays of succulent food, compliments of the chef. She thanks them warmly and profusely.
And then departs, the food untouched.
Ramesh: Bravo duhlin… Bravo!!

So many thoughts... so many smiles..

2005-02-04T13:13:00.000-08:00

Geths Conquers Korea
My very Christian friend Gethsemanie Lajara will have her third world tour promoting her latest album Gethsie Full of Grace. Her first stop --- Korea! Her publicists said yesterday that, as always, she was repackaged for this new album. The attention-grabber vocalist has something new and greater for her fans. Something, just like what her manager said: “Len-len wouldn’t/can not do…”

Filming her latest music video: Alipin ng Asin

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood prince
J.K Rowling will be releasing her sixth installment of Harry Potter! Yippee!! I got this from the official web site:

In the fifth and most recent book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the last chapter, titled “The Second War Begins,” started:'In a brief statement Friday night, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned to this country and is active once more.“It is with great regret that I must confirm that the wizard styling himself Lord - well, you know who I mean - is alive among us again,” said Fudge.

'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince takes up the story of Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at this point in the midst of the storm of this battle of good and evil.The author has already said that the Half-Blood Prince is neither Harry nor Voldemort. And most importantly, the opening chapter of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince has been brewing in J.K. Rowling's mind for 13 years.

The selling price of this book is $29.99. BUT!! According to Amazon.com if we’d order the book before its release date, the selling price would only be $17.99. Super daba?

School!
My second 3D animation class yesterday was better than the first lecture. The students this time was more plenty than the first. This time we were able to let the three dimensional figures move. I made mine jump and spread wings, ha! The post production/editing class also started last Monday. I’ll probably enroll myself next week. This time, post production classes are done in the morning starting at 8am.

It's all that
Mariah’s latest single already reached #24 in the Billboard Top 100! La lang… cheka!

The Virgin Records
When I was still with MYX, my faggoty friend Twinkle Aranas together with Tisay would create movie titles just for fun. Filipino movie titles are just so hilarious, especially the action and comedy movies. Even the drama movie titles are less thought… producers tend to use song titles to name their films, thus (also) the song being the movie’s original soundtrack.

The MYX triumvirate came up with a Movie and Music Industry called The Virgin Records (funny that we had to use this). We are not associated with the already famous Virgin Records. Ours is just starting, and/but the music and the movies that we produce are more entertaining and more grandstanding. The Virgin Records is the reason for the success of the following artists: Gethsemanie Lajara (who’s now in Korea for her third World tour), Pia Solis (who’s now a mother of two… but during her days she was the Queen of Hardrock), Tio Carlo (who’s now in the process of releasing his fourth album), Irma (who came up with the idea of naming her album “Emancipation of Len-len” --- a very original title she believes).

The Virgin Records also produced outstanding films. From Pasas at Posas to Plema sa Bubungang Lata. This year, The Virgin Records will be producing movies filmed in the United States. A series of movies that are expected to totally astound viewers. . Alakdan at Duhat; Balisawsaw sa Bukang Liwayway and Gumamela Jean: Undercover. And the much awaited movie which stars Tisay herself --- Fags don’t lie.

My name is not Susan

2005-02-03T10:26:00.000-08:00

We’ve been together for such a long time now. Music and me… don’t care whether our songs rhyme now, all I know wherever I go, where as close as two friends can be. There have been others, but never two lovers, like Music and me. Birds of a feather, we’ll fly together, Music and me.

Here are ten of the most influential songs of the week. Why influential? I actually don’t know… all I know is that these songs never stopped playing whenever I open the computer: (in random order)

1. Love you madly - Cake
--- this song is so manly. I just like this song for being that.
“I don't want to wonder If this is a blunder
I don't want to worry whether We're gonna stay together 'Till we die
I don't want to jump in Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards When the elephants arrive
I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly
I don't want to fake it I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty But they're pulling down the branches Of the Tree
I don't want to think about it I don't want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom Of the sea
I don't want to hold back I don't want to slip down
I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I Should have done
I don't want to doubt you Know everything about you
I don't want to sit across the table from you Wishing I could run
I want to love you, love you Love you madly”

2. Never a day - Wood
--- whenever I hear this song, I imagine myself waking up in the morning.. Stretching.. With light pastel pink blankets, in a four poster princess bed with the sun’s rays beaming through the window…
“Don’t go standing there. Blocking my view
Spoiling my night
You know why we’re here
She’s an old flame, I’m trying to light…
And if Beauty sleeps can really work
She must’ve just woken up..
So rub your eyes, cause seeing is believing…”

3. I miss you - Mariah Carey featuring Jadakiss

4. My favorite mistake - Sheryl Crow
“Did you know when you goIt's the perfect ending
To the bad day I been used to spending
When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong”

5. Plan on forever - Dana Glover and David Zippel
--- here’s something mushy. Something to balance depression and contentment.
“I have planned my life, to the last detail
With a story book romance to fill my days
But the funny thing about an answered prayer
Is they come to you in unexpected ways
How could I plan on forever?
When I never planned on you…”

6. More than anyone -- Gavin DeGraw
--- another manly (and mushy) song. The way he sang this song seemed so honest. As if every line was really meant.
“You need a friend, I'll be around
Don't let this end, Before I see you again
What can I say to convince you To change your mind of me?
I'm going to love you more than anyone
I'm going to hold you closer than before
And when I kiss your soul, your body'll be free
I'll be free for you anytime
I'm going to love you more than anyone”

7. The blower’s daughter - Damien Rice
--- this is the enthralling song included in the Closer original soundtrack. Trust me, this will surely captivate you.

8. Three Original Pilipino songs that can be categorized as one: I still believe in love by Jaya, Pangarap ko’y ibigin ka by Regine Velasquez and (funny but true) Hinahanap ng Puso by Gloc 9. Actually these three songs one thing in common. Try listening to it and find out yourself (that’s if you can stand Gloc 9, Ha!)

9. Get out of my dreams, get in to my car - Billy Ocean
--- Ha! This song is my oldie for the week. don’t know why, its just like that probably. My last week’s oldie was Why cant we be Friends by WAR. And the week before that --- You cant hurry love by Diana Ross.

10. Nothing but love makes sense - LeAnne Ryhmes
--- I first heard this in the theater while waiting for the movie. I’ve always despised LeAnne, but this song just kinda made it through my list. Bravo for her this time!

***And now here are some of the songs whose lyrics really meant something. Sometimes songs can not just be appreciated because of its tune or melody… songs have feelings too

If you want the fruit to fall, you have to give the tree a shake,
If you shake the tree too hard, the bough is gonna break,
And if I cant reach the top of the tree, Mary will blow me up there…
-Bbmack (Mary’s Prayer)

I have this theory that if we’re told we’re bad
Then that’s the only idea we’ll ever have
But maybe if we’re surrounded in beauty
Someday we’ll become what we see
- Jewel (I’m sensitive)

Here’s something to laugh about:

"Time flies
When you're having fun
I heard somebody say
But if all I've been is fun
Then baby let me go"
- Gloria Stefan (Can’t stay away from you) quoting somebody else.. hehe

After reading BitterMermaid’s blog (which also featured the same entry) I looked up one of the songs listed in his Thursday Thunders, and somehow loved it. His ‘I cant make you love me’ song by Bonnie Raitt simply is phenomenal. The song just really is it.

Sweet hereafter

2005-02-02T17:56:00.000-08:00

Never been Kissed is one of the few movies that I really enjoy watching. I have seen this movie for almost ten times now, and still it never failed to fascinate me.

Inspired by the Never Been Kissed movie, my entry today will start with:

Someone once told me that to write well, you must write what you know. This is what I know. I’m 23 years old, a lo(n/s)er to the core. Most of my childhood spent tailing along the “considered“ popular ones.

High school was more of the same. Then at seventeen, it seemed as if my world was about to change. The most gorgeous person befriended me and even invited me to a birthday party… but it turned out that this person invited me as a cruel joke. I have never fully recovered. Yes, it is embarrassing to share this to the whole world. But it would be hard to explain what I’ve learned and how I learned it without sharing this humiliating history...

In the movie, Drew Barrymore received an assignment, her first as a reporter. Her task: to go back to high school and find out about the kids today. While watching it, I myself ended up finding myself… I got up and looked over my yearbook once more, I smiled and realized that high school hasn’t changed.

There’s still that one teacher who significantly tried to inspire her students to become better individuals. The one that changed the limited student-teacher relations to friendship. The teacher that until now motivates you to conquer more.

Those girls are still there who once that even as you grow up will remain the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen close up. . . Girl next door Omel whose wit and charm never failed to attract confidants. Heartthrob Nicollo, who constantly fulfilled guys’ fantasies. The Chinese heiress Kenneth, whose courage and determination always made him through almost everything. Brown sugar Reinald who never settled for second best. The 'tiyaheng' material Becky who most often than not was the inspiration of everyone’s jokes. Little puppy Rhealdo, Sweet Carabao Carlo and the outrageously beautiful Renato. The very loyal Miller and the very faithful Paulo. The plywood beautiful Jeff who at all times made us all smile. The very wholesome Sebastian and the famous Alon.

The smart kids who everyone else knew as the brains… but I just knew them as my soul mates, my teachers, my friends. Ms Body beautiful Gian, one of the groups smartest and most appealing. The brilliant seawater goddess Bart. The brainy ultimate prima diva Hennessy whose smile always brightened up everybody’s day. The Heartbreaker whiz kid Ron who never stopped tormenting other’s lives.

And there’s still that one person with mysterious confidence who seems so perfect in every way. The person you get up and go to school for every morning. School world would never have been the same without that person. High school would have not been the same with out that person. I wouldn’t have been the same.

Time passes, the world changes, I may have matured now, but I‘m still the same old kid. Old jokes still brings me laughter (as if i still was there). It makes me smile every time I look back at the people, places and events that somehow helped me make it through life. Remembering yesterday is really a realization that there is still chance for everything to change. Now life is challenging me once more. The road may be so bumpy and even uncomfortable, what I know is that, just like high school life, every rough road can be surpassed and if fortunate can even be smoothen.

3D Animation

2005-02-02T15:46:00.000-08:00

I enrolled myself last month in a computer graphics and 3d animation class here in Orange County. United States has vocational programs for the people, called ROP (the Reproductive Organ Parasite or the English translation of “tali” when pronounced by the Bisaya) --- Regional Occupation Program, whose mission is to provide a diverse high school and adult population with high quality, relevant career preparation programs and services. These programs focus on preparing students for employment, career change or advancement, further education and technological competency.

My class started yesterday… honestly, I was very much excited with the whole idea. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always wanted to experience studying in the US. Foreign movies featuring high school lives has always captivated me. Cheka!
My class was suppose to start at 6pm last night. I came in early (obviously excited). I was already outside the classroom by 5:28pm, sitting under the tree (Ha!), eating my apple (okay, there wasn’t any apple) waiting for my classmates (you know?). I took a peep inside the classroom and still nobody was there except the cleaners. I just waited outside.

The Fullerton High school is not quite what I’ve expected. It’s really capacious for a high school, and its relatively clean. Probably I’m used to high schools having two to three great buildings somehow connected to each other, with a fairly vast space often used for flag ceremonies, CAT trainings and the intramurals. Fullerton’s was different. It looks more of a college campus, having a very big school grounds and buildings far apart from each other just like in UP.

Then it was dark… I started scaring myself, imagining about serial killers lurking the campuses, even ware wolfs hiding behind the bushes… still, not even a classmate appeared. I went inside the building and tried checking the other classrooms, and (typical me) realized that there was specified entrance where the night class students must use, and the one I used wasn’t.

When all the students were already settled to their seats (I have my own computer!), the most frightening “tell something about yourself” happened. I was the fourth to be called, and the only thing I said was: “I’m Ramesh, and I’d like to learn about 3d animation.” (don’t we all?) I’m so pathetic…kebs!

We were just a small group. While waiting for the last two students, I indulged myself while writing personal characteristics of my classmates:

* there was my seatmate Billie --- a guy in his late 30s who looks like he used to be a professional wrestler when he was young. During the lecture, he kept on telling jokes about the task we were suppose to do. I don’t know if I’m really that slow to get his jokes or the jokes are just simply not funny. Nevertheless, I laughed sarcastically every time…
* we have two very flashy Chuwariwariwap classmates. Two young (and flirty) female Mexicans who never stopped giggling and popping the gum during the lecture.
* we have one mute classmate who sat at the far corner of the room with his translator (provided by ROP)
* there was also a very ordinary looking Mexican woman who, I believe, the class wouldn’t realize exited even after the semester.
* a Filipino American guy who looks like the Vandolph (only better).
* an old Chinese guy who really made me laugh when he started complaining about his computer being broken (during the second hour of the teaching). It turned out that he hadn’t switched his computer on still. During the introduction, he introduced himself this way: “Ahm Heri, lak Dirri Heri.” (translation: I’m Henry, like Dirty Henry [wasn’t that dirty Harry?]) and then “A lak animesha beca a wanna make bak” (I like animation because I wanna make bucks?).
* we also have a high school Mexican student who looks like Notorious BIG.
* and lastly, our classmate who looks like the new lead vocalist of Side A --- he’s an old student taking up extra units.

Our professor is a funny old guy who looks like the dad in Seventh heaven. He’s a bit scary, and really doesn’t look like a teacher at all. But he’s good. I was able to create a three dimensional man by the end of the lecture. 3d animation is really complicated. Really more complicated than Photoshop! Billie, my seatmate, stopped joking around after my fifth inquiry. Sigh.

Something to think about: Adobe is actually pronounced as Ah-dowbey?

he was like: How are you doin? and i was like: How am i doin?

2005-02-01T13:23:00.001-08:00

Please excuse the delay in my piece about the United States. I am waiting until I have sufficiently calmed down to write an factual remark (yeah right). Obviously, two months is so short a time to really give a comment about the US --- I’m practically adjusting still. But since the past two months besieged me with so many new things, places and even personalities (and because I promised a group of people that I will be reporting all the happenings) --- I think I’m a bit obliged to share the wonderful experiences that I have been through.

The United States (somehow just like what I’ve always imagined) is nearly perfect. I have to warn you guys that I may sound like the typical province person who just got to the city for the first time. I am still dumbfounded. There are things and/ or events that I really cant explain still. Probably its just the nature of the United States --- I really cant tell.

The United States is just so different because:

--- The people here are excessively friendly. It’s like everybody knows everybody. People would talk to me about their day, discuss love problems and even would wish me a good night whenever I’m about to leave. The common “Hi! How are you doin?” phrases can always be heard, stuttering me all the time with answers like “uh? Oh.. Keri lang…” (in a conyotic way of speaking thinking that what I answered back was actually in English) --- this actually happened to me twice.

--- People here, besides being too friendly, have intimate friends that can only be seen by themselves. I hope you get what I mean. People here most of the time talk to themselves --- They argue with themselves and even start laughing at obviously nothing at all.. I think too much friends can really be a problem.

--- Everything here is clean. The air is fresh.. the surroundings sanitary. Though there are exceptional bums frolicking every once in a while, I can still say that its shipshape. Apricot trees everywhere. Seagulls and pigeons on the street. Sigh.

--- Filipino people can really afford the Mercedes Benz. Actually its one way to distinguish a Filipino. Probably, its been a childhood dream for most of the Filipinos here --- a car of their own, specifically an MB (the most expensively recognized car in the Philippines?)

--- The commercials here are really straight to the point. Imagine a drug specifically designed for menopausal women who still wants sex. The advertisement will bluntly mention the drug’s description and purpose. And it would even state the drug’s side effects such as: nose bleeding, severe head ache, stomach problems… (just for a menopausal woman to have sex, for sure she wouldn’t mind if her nose bleeds while the pumping continues). Most of their other commercials are about cars, insurance and even bail bonds.

--- The Filipino channels’ commercials are really cheap and are tremendously hilarious. A group of Filipinos who probably own a Toyota car dealership in Glendale California bought a fifteen minute airtime just for them to endorse their store. The first part of their endorsement primarily talked about their product and how they can help other financially incapable Filipinos who needs to buy a car. Realizing that the time they bought would be big enough for their poorly edited vtr, they started singing “Ang galing galing sumayaw…” (calling the other Toyota staff to sing with them, and one even brought the guitar). To make things more worse, they started greeting their wives on air! “hello po kay misis…”

--- People here can actually return their purchases even it has been bought so many months ago and even if it has already been used. I actually heard about this from my boss in the Philippines, but seeing it happening can really be quite different. Used appliances, shirts, shoes and even underwear are being returned. A relative of mine told me a story about her friend who’s used to buying dresses for her dates and returns them after the occasion.

--- Television shows here are never given a second chance if their premiere episode failed to reach the quota the network requires. It actually happened to the show ‘The Will,’ which in fact is totally unlikable. The show even had a countdown before its airing date --- the week after that, replays of another show replaced it.

--- The TV shows that only aired one new episode a month in the Philippines are actually being aired daily (and with new episodes) here. Oprah here is actually thinner than the Oprah I last saw in the Philippines.

--- I am updated with the new releases (whether in music, movies…), and the upcoming.

--- Kids here are so obsessed with skateboards, gameboys, the X box (I don’t know if actually spelled this way). My American cousin has a room full of video games from (the only one I know) Family Computer to the latest kid game ever. He barely comes out of his room. He successfully convinced me to play with him once last year. Here’s what happened: I asked him if he has a Sailor Moon battle game. He smiled. He had this very peculiar expression and answered me: what game is that? I answered back: that’s the only game, aside from Super Mario, that I actually enjoy playing…. The conversation lasted for about thirty minutes. We both settled for Dragon Ball Z. He never asked me to play with him again. (Ha! only if he had Barbies…)

--- Their food serving here are really ample. I cant tell if the food is cheap (because I keep converting the dollar to peso), but with the amount of food a ‘singles’ platter contain and the drink all you can counters... I’d rather not comment.

--- Cellular phones here are mostly flip phones, and almost everybody here owns one. Cell to cell phone calls are free! Bravo America for that!

--- The Sunday masses are really extraordinary. Before the mass starts, the priest would ask the people if there are visitors from other states or other countries who are joining the celebration. People from everywhere would then start shouting: “I’m from Ohio!” “I’m from Malaysia!” just like beauty contestants. The priest would then welcome them and start the mass. And when the mass ends (normally us Filipinos would sing the “Papuri sa Diyos” for the finale), the choir would lead the people in singing… “God bless America…” (this also is practiced for the Filipino masses)

These are just some of the difference. Ill be writing about the second part of this some other time. For now, join me as I sing the song:

God bless America, land that I love Stand beside her and guide her Through the night with the light from above From the mountains To the prairies, To the ocean white with foam God bless America, My home sweet home. :

Dear Peter Pan,

2005-01-31T10:15:00.000-08:00

Just last week, a cousin of mine sent me an email through Friendster. I believe he just registered and is really trying to fill his friends list. I was actually astonished that he emailed.. then again thankful that he did.
My memories of my childhood are mostly arduous, and relatively vague. It’s not that I can’t remember… it’s actually that I can not forget. I admit I had my share of exuberance -- for that I am not regretful. I just wished consciousness came too soon.
I was raised by my grandmother Elisa, a very strict half Filipina Spanish woman whose way of discipline is truly atrocious (then again agreeable). She had very meticulous refinement. Proper manners were to be practiced at all times. Table etiquette suitably followed. Appropriate Posture, and politeness constantly. Playing outside the house, especially with neighbors, were prohibited. Misdemeanors are punished to a great extent. She was firm and still we love her for that.
I would like to believe that I was a jovial kid. I actually am. I was raised fittingly, with so much love and edification --- I actually couldn’t ask for more. But the way I see my childhood is far more absurd that what I want people would see. Once again I’m not regretting, just recollecting.
I have a very big family. Twelve uncles and aunts from my mother’s side of kin and at least twenty cousins. Ever since I was a kid, I tried to evade myself from my cousins. I’ve always thought I was different. Only now do I realize that my childhood mutiny with my cousins would result to despair and aloneness. I can not blame myself for the decisions I made when I was young --- I was just trying to defend myself.
My cousins and I grew up apart. The regular Sunday visits slowly diminished leaving me and (my only chummy cousin) Sunill. Most of the only visited during Christmas. It was hard, then again gratifying in a way.
Years passed, some of my cousins got married and most of them got pregnant. Disheartening was I when nobody invited me nor asked me to be the godfather of their children. Still, I held my head up high and showed them no consideration. Honestly, I was envious… deeply distressed. My aunts even persuaded their siblings to consider me, thus making me perform unsolicited responsibilities such as the wedding commentator.
*** I am, for a reason, the godfather of my cousin Monica’s baby. The only inaanak I have.
Now that I’m all grown up, I ask myself… what could’ve been my childhood like if I wasn’t so distant. Could we have continued our Sunday make-believe games with imaginary obstacle courses, dragons and damsels in distress? Could I have been the godfather of almost ten nephews and nieces? Could I have been the cousin that never failed to bring them laughter and amusement? Could I have simply been the cousin, and not just some relative?
I am grateful for what I am right now. My early days may be painful for some rationale --- the good thing is I made it through. Receiving a personal message from a cousin who never really communicated with me for so long gives me gladness, and somehow fulfillment.
PS. Just Bitterness: never did my cousins experience so much elation... “Hahahaha” laughed the angry barracuda.

Joke for the day

2005-01-30T08:21:00.000-08:00

I got this from our practicumer Dyan..
Such a nasty girl with nasty thoughts…

Nagtrabaho sa isang restaurant si Boy Bastos bilang isang waiter. Habang kinukuha ang order ng isang customer, natabig ng customer ang kutsara niya. Agad namang dumukot sa kanyang bulsa si Boy Bastos ng kutsara sa bulsa niya. Nabilib ang customer. Customer: Astig ah! Lahat ba kayong waiter dito, merong kutsarang ready sa bulsa? Boy Bastos: Opo. Meron kasi kaming "efficiency expert" dito. Sabi niya, 23.6% ng mga customer, natatabig ang mga kutsara. Para makatipid sa oras ng lakad, meron na kaming ready na kutsara sa bulsa.

Natapos nang kumain ang customer at kinuha niya na ang chit niya. Napansin niyang merong nakalabas na tali mula sa zipper ni Boy Bastos. Customer: Bakit ka merong tali diyan sa zipper mo? Boy Bastos: Lahat kaming waiter dito, merong ganyan. Nakakabit yan sa ari namin, para pag-iihe kami, hindi na namin kailangang hawakan para ilabas. Sabi kasi nung "efficiency expert" namin, 15.6% ng oras ang nauubos sa pag-hugas ng kamay pagkagaling sa CR. Customer: Matanong ko lang, pa'no mo ibinabalik yung ari mo sa pantalon? Boy Bastos: Ewan ko lang sa ibang waiter ha, pero ako ginagamit ko yung kutsara.

So many thoughts

2005-01-29T11:19:00.000-08:00

Its raining today. Plok plok plok said rain.. Cheka!
There’s just so many ideas… so many things I‘d like to talk about.

I regret not listening to Senora Surezca (my Spanish professor). I never realized that learning Spanish would be very helpful… only now. I had two semesters of Spanish in college, and the only Spanish word I can really think of right now is hada (pronounced as ada) --- which is a Spanish word for fairy. Besides the people speaking English, most of the people here are Mexicans who only can speak Spanish. Sigh, I really should’ve listened.

We rented the movie Maria Full of Grace the other night. We were curious about Catalina Sandino Moreno’s Best Actress nomination in the Oscars. The independent movie is very simple. Maria, who’s a very ordinary Colombian, accepted an offer from the drug lords of her country to carry drug pellets in her stomach and bring them to United States. Later on, she then realizes that living in the states would be good for her and for her baby. She never came back to Colombia. There’s nothing more to say…

I passed by Circuit City the other day. I kinda laughed when I saw the DVD cover of the movie Gothika.

The first thing that popped into my mind is:

I believe, both covers can be interchanged without being noticed.

Books of the month:
There is a Powerbooks-inspired bookstore inside Downtown Disney where people can read books while drinking coffee. This bookstore is located beside the AMC theater where we usually watch. Every time we’d wait for the movie, we would pass by this bookstore and just read. Among the books that I’ve read, here are two of what I like the most:

Olivia, the pig --- by Ian R. Falconer

and

The day I swapped my dad for two goldfish --- by Neil Gaiman. (which idea I got from Ms Cathy Cruz)

I was just surfing the net this morning, and I saw a picture that really brightened my day. A part of me tries not to include this picture in this entry. But the other part of me, the bigger one, obligates me to do so. When I first told a friend that she looks like someone from the past… someone or something… the first thing that she said was: “Gago ka!” in a very inoffensive way… I’ll let you guys decide:

Here’s the friend I’m talking about (center --- overpowering the ones beside her)

And here’s the someone/something I told her she looks like: Irma Daldal

The Emancipation of Mimi truly is a liberating title for Mariah Carey. Releasing her from a series of the single-word album titles such as Daydream, Butterfly, Rainbow, Glitter and Chrambracelet.

Before Claudine Barretto and the rest of the cast was selected for the Marina telenovela, a group of undeniably terrific actors were preferred. They were later on replaced by Claudine’s group because of popularity . Some press people considers the first group better than the latter. Some even boycotted Claudine’s group. Here’s the original cast:

There is a store here in the States which I truly adore. The store’s name is Michaels. This store, which I believe crafty people will surely love, contains almost everything (it‘s actually two times the size of a regular Glory‘s supermarket). Michaels caters to every kind of expertise. Everything is just so remarkable. They have a cabinet-full of buttons, stamps, scrap books, scrap book materials, beads… they even have boa feathers, dolls, doll dresses, bears… paint brushes of whatever sort, yarns, adhesives… I just love this store.

The latest movie I was able to watch id Hide and Seek. Just yesterday with Cindy. Just like White Noise, this rated R film did not convince me that much. Although the tension and the apprehension was there… the final part could’ve been more appreciated if there were more flashbacks and even more clues. I was kinda disappointed. Then again, who am I to criticize…

The rain stopped ploking now… ckeka!

Emancipation of Mimi

2005-01-27T09:10:00.000-08:00

Watch out for Mariah Carey’s new album: Emancipation of Mimi to be released on April 12, 2005!! (or March 25?). I first heard this title from my friend Rej, who I thought created this emancipation thing for another MYX staff’s album.
Her single “It’s Like that,” can already be downloaded. You can also listen to it through the Mariah Carey official site. The album can already be ordered, however it will not be shipped until the release date (MC site: April 25, Others: March 25 and 31).

Please… no negative comments! I know the album title sounds like a porn (hentai) video title or an animated mini series featuring Hello Kitty and friends. I even don’t care if the single somehow sounds like Billy Crawford’s Bright Lights. I just would like to hope that Mariah would not make a fool of herself this time and that people would actually buy her album. Hey, no pressure here.

Look closely…
Say these words: I’m going to purchase The Emancipation of Mimi
(oh! That really sounds bad)

Can I say something? uhm…

2005-01-26T13:50:00.000-08:00

January 20th marked my second month stay here in the US. Looking back, I cant believe that with that short a time, I was able to watch at least 30 movies (both old and new --- mostly rented and some from the theater). Since I cant really work still, and there’s really nothing much to do… my major past time is actually watching movies.

It sort of became a habit or a schedule that whenever my dear friend Cindy would have her day off, we’d go to the mall and watch whatever movie we find amusing. For the rest of the week, we would either rent movies from Blockbuster (and the Pinoy rental store) or just watch the DVDs we bought on sale.

I enjoy watching movies. Going to the theater is the most exciting part. Movies here are actually cheap: $6 matinee and almost $8 for the gala (given that the minimum wage per hour is $6.50). The theaters here are simply beautiful: carpeted lobbies, gentle yellow lighting, chandeliers, pretzels. Their seating capacity per movie show room isn’t as abundant as the ones in Shoemart nor in the Galleria ( very Rockwell… the Podium).

The last movie I was able to watch was The House of Flying Daggers. I’m not actually a good reviewer of movies. Most of the time I only watch the films that, I believe, would really make me feel good… so having to analyze or scrutinize them would actually be hard. Nonetheless, here’s my attempt… (I have to warn the readers, that most of these commentaries, though very deliberately evaluated, are based on my very biased self… kebs)

The House of Flying Daggers (theater) --- This is the first Chinese action movie I have ever watched. I would like to thank the House of flying Daggers for introducing me to these types of films. I’ve heard a lot about this movie (mostly from Cathy Cruz who drooled whenever she’d mention Takeshi Kaneshiro’s name --- don’t worry, now I understand, let us drool together), but… knowing that I’d have to understand what the character’s were saying through sub titles, I never really urged myself to watch it. I was wrong.
This movie is unusual, remarkable rather. It’s in effect hard to explicate. Forgive me if I sound over exaggerated… I’m still trapped inside my unreality, trying to appreciate more the movie. I didn’t want to include this movie in the list because I love it too much. I’d like to be blind with its flaws and just be pleased about the whole thing. Nevertheless, here’s what I think: I divided the movie into five major parts
*Short intro, based on my understanding: the house of flying daggers is a group of professional dagger people (I actually don’t know what they are) who’s primary mission is to put down the Chinese government because they were unjust and because they killed the house’s old leader. The house sent Mei to do the undercover killing.
+ The Echo game --- where the blind Mei (Ziyi Zhang who in reality looks like Krista Ranillo), is challenged by the captain, Leo. The echo game is actually an echo game. Inspired by Las Pinas Bamboo organ choir, the people from the whore house brought out their standing giant drums for the event. Mei had to listen carefully to which drum the captain would throw his stones. She then must, using her super long-sleeved gown, hit the same drum. Its actually hard to explain… what’s important is that Mei performed well considering she is blind.
+ The escape --- this was when the very handsome Jin (who disguised himself as Wind) freed Mei (who now is wearing a male soldier’s uniform --- very Mulan) and fought the soldiers with her. The fight scene was well choreographed (with the Mano po soundtrack playing). It was like a well performed dance. And the dagger throwing was really unbelievable. Go dagger people!!
+ The Bamboohan fight scene --- when Jin left Mei for the first time, she was bombarded by soldiers throwing bamboo arrows at her. The scene was breathtaking. So many bamboos, so many soldiers, so many wish-a-wash and not even one bruise. Amazing!
+ The VERY rough love making scene --- I don’t know if the Chinese people found this sexy.
*Twist: it turned out that Mei wasn’t really blind. She was sent by the house to help the Chinese soldiers plan for an attack, consequently being ambushed by the dagger people. Jin who was assigned to follow Mei fell in love with her. Captain Leo, who was also a spy by the house, got furious and intended to kill Jin, but killed Mei accidentally? With a dagger that stabbed her in the heart.
+ The very Filipino ending --- Jin and Leo then had their fight scene. From fall to winter. When they realized they weren’t going nowhere, they rested… then (probably because of the snow) Mei suddenly came back to life, kinda stopped the two men from fighting… more fight continues… Ending: Mei died, Jin mourns, Leo regrets and the house of flying daggers ambushed. How’s that for a review?
I still love this film.
Rating: Four cartwheels from Rej. A bucket filled with red gummy bears and a free concert ticket to Gloria Estefan’s world tour.

Alexander (theater) --- I can’t really put into words what I felt, and still feel, about the movie Alexander. I do not know if the filmmakers wanted to produce a movie they believed would triumph over the likes of Gladiator, Troy or even Prescilla, Queen of the Dessert. Sigh… instead, I’m going to base my criticism on numbers:
+ 5, at least - number of battles (mostly not shown)… the fights are actually dull. If it wasn’t for the leader of the rival group who really had heavy eye makeup (who startled while watching his army slowly diminishing), I wouldn’t continue watching.
+ 3 - the number of wig changes Colin Farell had
+ 9 - the number of times I highly adored Angelina Jolie who played the role of Olympias, Alexander‘s mother. She was just overqualified.
+ 2 ½ - the number of times I saw Colin’s armpits. I just cant help myself.
+ 1 - butt exposure (Also Colin’s)
+ 42 - the number of times my uncle yawned while watching. Believe me, I counted.
+ Countless - the overwhelming display of homosexuality. Kissing here, hugging there. They just wont stop. Alexander’s father, Val Kilmer, tried to have sex with a young guy during his party. Jared Leto, who’s supposedly Alexander’s right hand is his boyfriend (with all their never ending hugging and ‘almost-kissing’ moments). There even was an Indian Gay concubine (who reminded me of my friend Paulie), who never stopped flirting with Alexander. The movie mostly centered on Alexander being gay and not being a great warrior. Or is it just me?
Rating: Bravo for the homosexual acts. A peep under Madonna Garido’s breasts for the rest.
Realization: I never really knew that the watch I bought 3 months ago glows in the dark. I kept checking the time when I was watching this movie.

Finding Neverland (theater) --- Though I liked this movie, I kinda found it dragging and slow paced. This is one feel good movie that would make viewers say in the end: “ah! Kaya pala..”

Elektra (theater) --- I wasn’t able to watch Daredevil, so I really cant tell if Jennifer Garner would be acceptable for the Elektra role. I find her very “pa-cute” and not very convincing for an actress. Before the movie premiered, I was afraid for her, considering the great amount of publicity and gimmicks. A part of me didn’t want her to fail, even though I despise her acting. Somehow, I just wanted this movie to be a success. Probably because I’m a big fan of Marvel and DC super heroes, and/or because I’m familiar with the character Elektra and I in fact like her.
I guess, the movie was a success (taking into consideration that it is better than Catwoman? No. I simply liked the movie). It’s kinda funny that when I looked at myself in the mirror right after watching this movie, I sort of wanted to be Elektra (or any other super hero there may be). Yeah yeah… go ahead and laugh! I bet you felt the same.
Rating: A pretzel, cream cheese, a big glass of mango juice and two macadamia nuts. All in all… hurrah!

White Noise (theater) --- Here’s a movie I truly detested (second to Christmas with the Kranks). It’s amazing that the filmmakers were able to produce agreeable and very convincing trailers for this movie, enticing viewers, myself included, to actually watch it. In fairness to the film, it really made me shudder a couple of times… and for that I congratulate them. But for the over all impression: I guess they just failed to induce me. What the viewers were able to see in the trailers were already the highlights of the entire movie.
At first, the story kept me unnerved… I even thought that I was being left behind. I thought I wasn’t getting the point. Then, when we reached the middle part… I understood. Everything just fell into place. There’s really no big twist here. Just one very boring movie who’s main character tried to interrelate with his dead wife through Electric Voice Phenomenon. To make already worst things more worse, the lead guy then becomes a human super hero who’s new mission is to stop accidents from happening thus saving other people’s lives (the catch: his wife, though the EVP tells him the whats, the wheres and the whos).
Rating: Two tequilas while listening to me singing Against all odds (believe me, it’s not a good sight nor is it good for your ears)
Realization: Never watch PG13 thriller movies if my main objective is to be frightened.

Closer (theater) --- Now here’s a movie I truly adored. I never really knew the plot when I first told myself that I’m going to watch this film. Honestly, I watched Closer because of Julia Roberts, and also because of Natalie Portman. their powers combined were more than enough for me to be persuaded.
I liked this movie, not only because of the cast, but also because the story and the way each character’s role intertwined with everybody else seemed so real. Like what I said earlier, I’m no real critique, but my admiration for this film is just so much that I’d like to recommend it to almost everybody. Closer is actually a simple movie: with a simple story, with people living simple lives, simple scenarios. What’s extraordinary here is the kind of relationship the actors have with each other. It may seem a little ordinary or common: Julia Roberts falling in love with Jude Law. Natalie Portman being Jude’s fiancé fall’s sexually in love with Clive Owen who is also Julia’s boyfriend… but the way each character fought for their adoration with rage and passion --- its just superb. Natalie Portman and Clive Owen even won best supporting actress and actor in the Golden Globes, and are both nominated for the Oscars.
Rating: A dish, a dash and a couple of Manash. Two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree.

National Treasure (theater) --- I never actually wanted to watch this movie. I thought that it’s quite unfair for director Jon Turteltaub to create a movie whose account is similar to the fictitious characters, beliefs and storyline of one of my favorite books --- Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. The movie turned out to be okay. Although I don’t think Nicolas Cage was the best actor for the lead role. They should’ve picked Tom Cruise or Piolo Pascual… then again, why would these people listen to me? Its late anyway…
Rating: Seven claps and a hip dance plus chocofudge sundae with gravy. I’m being kind

Christmas with the Kranks (theater.. unfortunately) --- I just don’t want to talk about this. Maybe my sense of humor failed my when I watched this movie.

The Passion of the Christ (dvd) --- When this movie was shown in the Philippines, I told myself that I wouldn’t watch this… ever! I just don’t know. Something in me, frightened, told me that I wouldn’t like it. So it took me that long before I finally gave in to the temptation and finally watched it. The first thing I did after watching it: breathed, heavily. This movie haunted my dreams for three days. My dream even incorporated myself waking up, realizing that the baby, that the devil in the movie was carrying, was sleeping beside me. I suddenly woke up twice, both in my dream and in reality. I closed my eyes and I prayed. Am I that sinful Lord?
Rating: no comment.

Just last weekend, my stomach resisted two bloody, extremely grossly and surprisingly funny zombie movies. Shaun of the Dead and Dawn of the Dead. Shaun of the dead, I guess, is the comic remake of the latter. The movie really is funny. I’ve watched Dawn of the dead already back in the Philippines… watching it again, right after Shaun of the dead brought back angst and anxiety. This wasn't really a good idea.

Virgin Suicides (dvd) --- This disturbing movie only made me realize one thing: I miss Geths terribly. I bet that if Geths would watch this movie, she would then realize that being her isn’t completely normal.
One little comment: Why would the movie be entitled Virgin Suicides if one of the girls who died, Kirsten Dunst, isn’t?

Boogie Nights and Magnolia (dvd) --- The cast who starred in Boogie Nights also starred in the movie Magnolia (except that: Mark Whalberg and Rollergirl Heather Graham weren’t in Magnolia and Tom Cruise wasn’t in Boogie nights). I enjoyed watching Boogie Nights. The 70’s atmosphere, the music, and the very boastful roles that the characters portrayed. It was actually also funny. The screen names the porn stars used: Dirk Diggler, Buck Swope, Amber Waves and most especially the chocolate love - Becky Barnett.
Magnolia on the other hand is kinda serious. The only similar connection both movie had, besides the cast, is their overwhelming desire for cocaine. Magnolia is like the US version of the Filipino movie Jologs, only more likable (it even had the part where all the characters sang one song even if they‘re all in different locations). The movie is about consequences, chance and coincidences. Everybody affects everybody. The characters realized that after frogs fell from the heavens just like rain.
Realization: We may be through with the past… but the past ain’t done with us.
Rating: because Julianne Moore was just so exceptional, for both movies: Barabim-baraboom! Five Golden rings… and a partridge and a pear tree.

Angels in America (dvd) --- This is the first HBO movie I have ever seen, and I’m fortunate to have seen one of its greatest. Angels in America mainly is about a guy who the Angels have chosen to be the prophet that would help them to, not only warn the people on Earth but to, condemn them for their wrong doings.
What’s nice about this movie series is that there are at least 6 major actors, all playing at least 4 other different roles each. The whole production is fabulously done. The costumes were terrific. The acting and the portraying of different roles were excellently portrayed. Even the story was uniquely created. it’s a Mega event!
Rating: 4 stars and a couple of crying cows.

In Honor of Nicole Kidman, I watched four of her movies. There was The Hours (dvd) --- which I found exceptionally splendid. From Virginia Woolf to Mrs. Dalloway, and from Laura Brown, beautifully portrayed by Julianne Moore once more to Clarissa Vaughan (Meryl Streep). The passing of dialogues from one generation to the other is just so wonderful. I also was able to Eyes wide Shut and The Stepford wives. But the one movie that I truly enjoyed watching is Birth. This movie is so distressing. Imagine your confidant who died ten years ago came back in the persona of a ten year old kid just in time for your second wedding. There may be doubts, that’s understandable, but what if that kid can answer every question you can think of regarding your relationship?
Rating: “Sometimes I ran.. Sometimes I hide.. Sometimes I’m scared of you… but all I really want is to hold you tight… treat you right… be with you day and night…”

I was also able to watch A Series of Unfortunate Events (theatre) --- I’ve always wanted to know why it was named that way, even before it was made a movie. Though the motion picture did not really stunned me, I can still say that I’m excited for its next installment.

Enough for now. I’ll probably review Kill Bill volumes 1 and 2, Mystic River, Underworld, Ocean’s 12, Mean Girls and the other rest some other time.

Princess hierarchy

2005-01-24T13:32:00.000-08:00

During my last visit at Disneyland, I passed by my most favorite shop; the one with window displays containing all the Disney princesses with their prince counterparts, reenacting their special movie moments. The first window, the one that has always caught my attention, is Jasmine and Aladdin’s window --- their scene: the part in the movie where Aladdin gives Jasmine a tour of the world while riding the magic carpet. I like this window the most because the singing voice of Jasmine is actually Lea Salonga! The other windows are actually lovely too, very scenic… picturesque. There was Ariel and her prince remaking their “supposedly kissing” moment where all the pond creatures were singing “kiss the girl…” Sleeping beauty, lying down waiting for her prince’s kiss... Never was there a chance that I visited Disneyland without passing by that shop and looking at the very childish yet very memorable moments the princesses had in their movies.

Disney actually has ten existing princesses. These princesses has touched so many hearts, especially mine, and somehow provided happiness and inspiration to little girls. But, what little girls don’t actually know is that these princesses have a secret hierarchy. A special ranking that was never really exposed but actually existed. I really don’t want to dwell on this issue… in fact it’s essentially a waste of time. But, there are certain issues that needed settling.

There actually is an unfair order! I have researched thoroughly, collected a number of surveys, mingled with Disney’s guests and even stalked the Disney princess impersonators to truly know what’s behind this disorder. I am fortunate to gather enough information to prove my presumption.

Based on the following criteria:
+ Disney Advertisements (posters, calendars, postcards, television commercials…)
+ Disney Merchandise (dolls, kiddie princess costumes, tiaras…)
+ Theme park special locations (where kids of all ages line up to meet their Disney princess)
+ and My bias self… Here are the princesses, from top to bottom:

***The princesses are divided into three exclusive categories:

A. The Elite team

I. Cinderella

Its always been Cinderella. The melodramatic rags to riches premise can never be ineffective. She’s the most celebrated princess (having never-ending

movies inspired by her, where the leading lady’s always mistreated by evil stepsisters and wicked stepmothers). Even songs use her name to differentiate characters. She’s an idiomatic expression. I believe, she’s the only princess nobody can dethrone. Her tale lived for generations and she’s the only princess whose story mothers use to tell their children, for hers is the simplest and the most passed on (hers is the only one mothers knew).

II. Sleeping Beauty

Aurora, the other blonde princess besides Cinderella, is second most authoritative. I think she’s actually Disney’s richest princess. Having the biggest and most grandiose castle…

The only one born and raised as royalty. If there would be a real life movie, casting all princesses in it, Cinderella would play the role of the Queen bee (the most popular girl) and Aurora would be the rich, insecure back-stabbing best friend whose mission in life is to destroy her friend’s career, love life and popularity. The Sleeping Beauty movie can actually tell: besides her time-consuming sleep, her role never had complexity. She even had three fairy god mothers to take care of her. She’s a brat.

III. Belle

This position in the princess hierarchy is the most volatile rank. If the princess crowned for this station cannot meet the standards the Elite team has premeditated, she can easily be replaced. Belle was never really considered the third member of the elite team. Aurora never actually liked her. There wasn’t enough blondes to fill the triumvirate so they settled for Belle. Belle among the others is the most refined. Although, just like most of the princesses, Belle was raised by a commoner and lived most of her life like one. She has well mastered the knack of being a princess. She is courageous, determined and at the same time very graceful. And among the princesses, she actually has the best gown (and the most eminent prince charming). Her movie, Beauty and the Beast, is actually one of the best Disney films ever produced .

B. The Second-graders

IV. Jasmine

Jasmine is a very fortunate princess (considering she isn’t of western strain). Before Belle took charge of the third top position, Jasmine managed that designation. The only reason she was ousted was because of her gown; she actually did not have one.

Gowns are actually one of the prerequisites princesses belonging in the Elite team must take into account the most. Gowns establish familiarity. Jasmine, who is somehow tomboyish , refused to comply with the standards and therefore made her stand.. (Ariel, who’s one of the youngest princesses simply did as she was told even if it was against her ethos).

Second to Beauty and the Beast, Jasmine’s Aladdin movie also acquired stupendous commendation. She was well supported by the Asian community, especially her people from India (they were in fact the motive why Jasmine took control of this standing). Jasmine is a very strong-minded princess… trying to live life contrary to prejudice and racial discrimination. She already made it this far, she wont stop till she proves herself unworthy.

VI. Snow white

Honestly, I’m actually having difficulty in appraising Snow White, not because I hate her -- hate is so deep a word -- but because the film industry has piled accolades upon her. Snow White together with her movie annoys me. Her miniature rat-like voice singing “Someday my prince will come..,” her never ending faints and her stupid (rather than simple) mode of dying (choking herself).
Nevertheless.. This 68 year old lady is the very first princess to be accredited. Though very old, she’s still regarded as the princess with the most youthful façade and manifestation. She deserves the acknowledgement.

V. Little mermaid

Ariel, the youngest among the princesses, is the most agitated. Though very passionate and wholehearted, she hasn’t proven herself commendable for the chain of command. Her standing now is deliberated to be the apprentice’s post.
Though immature for her placement, she was able to enter the top six, owing her repute to countless children enthralled by her. Her movie and merchandise sales brought her to where she is right now. Men adored her (given that mermaids have spellbinding powers)

I’d now like to stop remarking about Ariel, I never actually reviewed The little Mermaid because I love it too much. I would be like doing a critique of my lineage. I do believe that Ariel deserves more than where she is right now. But, since research disapproves my judgment, I’d rather not comment anymore.

The list of highly praised Disney princesses ends here. The succeeding royalties are most of the time renounced and are very badly treated.

C. The Third world princesses

VII. Mulan

Mulan leads the Third world princess foursome. Her gracious and sophisticated superiority is very eminent compared to the other three.
The princesses belonging to the Third world category had movies inspired by true to life situations. Mulan’s tale is believed to be the most moving, thus placing her in charge of this group. Mulan really aspired to be a princess.. but for the reason that she’s Asian, the probability for her to be part of the upper six would be very less.
What’s nice about this princess is that she knows her stance and would respect the decision of the elders whether or not its reasonable.

VIII. Pocahontas

Pocahontas, just like Mulan.. only more barbaric, is a warrior princess. She may not be marvelously admired like the others, Pocahontas during her time lived a life well recognized (compared to the others, her story really happened in true life). Being one of the eldest and definitely the most matured, she relentlessly gave way to the attention-hungry princesses who took over the topmost levels. She couldn’t care less.

IX. Megara

Among the ladies considered as princesses, Megara is the one with the most beautiful body. She very efficiently portrayed the role of an uncertain traitor-lover in the movie Hercules (a characteristic that most of the third world princesses have depicted). She was never used to fame nor prominence… she actually does not understand the whole concept. Megara in reality is imprudent. I cannot explain more…

X. Esmeralda

Esmeralda is the gypsy woman whom the hunchback of Notre dam Quasimodo has fallen in love with. Hmmm… there’s actually nothing more to say, I guess she deserves this position anyway.

Who knew writing about Disney princesses would be so wrenching?
I do not believe I made any point… although I know that there is an unfair pecking order. I still believe that the hierarchy must be properly and reasonably deliberated. It must be rearranged. That’s all I can say…

Once again I would like to end this entry with a quote that, though imperfect for the subject matter, would best conclude this predicament:

Cherish your visions, cherish your ideals, cherish the music that stirs in your heart. The beauty that forms in your mind. The loveliness that drapes the purest thoughts. If you remain true to them will at last be built. ---Marce quoting James Allen

Missing...

2005-01-20T15:09:00.000-08:00

I woke up with a headache today.. probably I overslept. I stretched, yawned, stood up, fixed my pink panther pajamas and then went straight to the bathroom to bake some cookies. I looked at myself in the mirror, astonished with what the Saint Ives tea tree has remarkably done to my face. I’m astounded. Suddenly my headache was gone. I winked at myself… then laughed at what I actually did. Then I realized, “Oh, how dramatic my life is… very theatrical.” I took a bath, giggling (sarcastically), while listening to the song inside my head… “Isn’t she lovely, Isn’t she wonderful…” strutting myself to its every beat.
Then after that very despicable introduction, I sat down, stared at the window, with the sun’s beams reflected on my face (from the movie: Ang almuranas at si Kaka), it came to me then… I am missing (don’t get me wrong, I’m not lost).
So I took a pen and listed down the things that I actually am missing (in no order):

1. My waistline. Although Id hate to admit that I’m really gaining weight…

2. My family. My 8AM life talks with my aunt, just before I take a bath. My very beautiful grandmother who never failed to wish me good luck every time I leave the house. My mom who always seated in front of the grotto, who would usually stop praying the rosary until I close the gate on my way out. My favorite Afritada, pork adobo and pork sinigang. Sigh… I can hardly continue.

3. I miss MYX. The staff, the lunch and merienda breaks (which really takes us hours to decide where) and the never ending tapings. I miss the nightly escapes to National Bookstore and Music One. The sudden urge to go to Shoemart or Robinsons Galleria and watch a last full show. I miss the Mini-stop treats I get, mostly from tiya Mayet, just by tagging along with them. I miss the whole routine.

4. I miss fishball (and the papiso-piso utangs I get from friends). I miss shawarma and the sago-gulaman that I usually pair it with. I miss mais! Especially the kind that is being sold on the streets, in cups mixed with cheese and butter. I miss the roasted peanuts, sugar-coated nuts and the sweet beans sold outside UST. I miss the egg pie, the pandicoco, and the cassava slices deliciously done by the Pantoja bakers.

5. I miss Jollibee.

6. I miss the ever-accessible public transportation. The ones that would stop anytime I wanted. The FXs, the jeepneys and the buses that have always been there (except for rush hours and transportation strikes). [Not that I’m not happy nor unsatisfied with the way the buses and the trains are completely organized here. I am actually. I just miss the FXs…]. I also miss the conductors who never lacked change for bus fares.

7. I miss Shoemart, especially Megamall. I miss its food court the most. The waffles, the corndogs, the tender juicy hotdogs… the special halo-halos and the bibingkas. The special kakanins, the sapin sapin. Oh, sapin sapin!

8. I miss Burger Machine. I somehow even miss Tapa King (although I was able to eat its meals thrice I think: at Cindy’s condo, during my high school years and after we’ve done our class project in college with Jojo). I miss Tropical Hut’s cheese burgers, and I miss Dunkin Donuts.

9. Oh! I miss Piolo Pascual. Nananawagan po ako sa kung sinu man ang mega-close sa kanya, paki sabi po na miss ko na sya.. Super!!

10. Did I say I miss my waistline? Okay, I miss my waistline.

11. I miss the Hacienda Sevilla and their fabulous garden with the swing and the gazebo. The Palman Creek, and their bountiful supply of chocolates, fruits and other pastries inside their refrigerator. The Flancia residence, auntie Cora, uncle Chito and their children, their bananas, peanuts and their never ending supply of ice cream.

12. I miss Puerto Galera, and its killer waves. I miss Boracay (although I know that I will never have another chance to go back there)

13. I miss my dearest friends from college:

Rency Palman aka Susie Mae Saison aka The Cotton mouth --- his unbelievable expeditions, his outrageously realistic comments about life and our irregular coffee meetings just to keep in touch. I miss his treats, hehe, his scolding and most especially his I’m-never-gonna-be-pissed looks whenever Paulie and I would bring back treasured and haunting memories about his past. Chu chu

Paulie Mora aka Bridget Mae Tongco aka The California dessert Antelope ---he’s the one person that never failed to make me smile without speaking nor doing anything. I miss his once-in-a-blue-moon desperate calls, asking for advice about almost everything that’s happening to him [career, love life, and even beauty matters]. I miss his exceptional quotes and his pessimistic outlook on life. His bitterness, and his amusing gestures…

Lorelie Sevilla aka The Black Mamba --- her contradicting (sophisticated slash prostitute-like) gesticulations. Her 6 octave laughs that never failed to attract attention. Her ever hospitable and accommodating virtues, offering ride and housing to the less fortunate. I miss her motherly approach and her far-from-depression-state of a love life.

Geng Delos Reyes aka The Mischievous Armadillo --- our magnificent lives which are coincidentally intertwined with each other. Our Fairview journeys, our abs-cbn stories, and even our AA moments. Our never-ending His and Hellos.

Marian Gomez aka The Rat with the Hat aka Chi-chita Simplicita --- my co-traveler… my story book. Marian and I journeyed near and far, whether in real life voyages or in imaginary expeditions. Though we had our share of misunderstandings and arguments, we never failed to re-join our forces when it comes to criticism, family ordeals, amity and matters of the heart. She was never absent whenever a friend needed comforting, she was dedicated and she never forgets…

Sheba Tolentino aka Amparo Gastambide III --- Sheba is my seasonal friend. We may seldom see each other nor hear from each other, but our friendship always stayed the same. She’s always still the Sheba whose limbs are made of elastic fiber glass, arms made of polyester with copper interior and a smile that simply notifies “come on baby ride my car..”

Rain Yamson aka Carrot cake --- Rain, Rain, Rain… sigh. Just like what Sheryl Crow said: “Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending… To the bad day I was just beginning. When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake.” Now don’t get elated or anything… I’m actually not serious here.

Maria Rosario Flancia aka Jograd the faithful --- my best friend.

Lottus Lim aka Heidi Yorak --- her enormous hips that we always needed whenever we lack seats in theaters and in jeepneys. Rachelle Belen aka The thumb --- who always supplied humor whenever we’d have class projects and group discussions. And, Heni Jambalos aka Kikiri Oh’ne ishi --- the most ligawin member of the group Ohrea.

There’s actually so much that I miss… and I believe this entry will have its second part.
I’m not regretting or anything. Its just exuberating to look back on the things and the people (I left in the Philippines) that well contributed to who I am right now.
And now I’m about to end the first part of my missing. Half of my body wiggling to the tune of Bootilicious by Destiny’s Child. I’d like to end this entry with a quote a dear friend of mine gave me. His timing was really precise when he texted me this…

BUTTERFLY…go on your way and fly… wander beneath your cherished sky. If in the end your wings got weak under the sun, you’d find my hands waiting for you to rest upon…

What kind of Mermaid are you?

2005-01-20T09:09:00.001-08:00

According to the Quizilla quiz I took, here I am:

You are the Jewel Of The Sea. A mermaid with class
and style. You are worthwhile to meet. Your
friends are many since you are soooo popular.
You live in a palace with many anglefish
servants. You love your make-up and hairbrush.
You are one of a kind.

To be able to know your mermaid persona visit:

What kind of mermaid are you? (Gorgeous Pics)
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A tribute to MYX's most cherished artists

2005-01-19T13:16:00.000-08:00

I’d like to start this entry with a very educating song which I heard during the night I was watching the Golden Globe. The song is entitled: What’s new Pussycat? Beautifully sang by Tom Jones.

What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
Pussycat, Pussycat
I've got flowers And lots of hours
To spend with you.
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose!
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat nose!
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat? Woah, Woah
Pussycat, Pussycat
You're so thrilling And I'm so willing
To care for you. So go and make up your cute little pussycat face!
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do!
Whoa, whoa!

My point? Nothing. But isn’t that one very cute and wholesome song? And every time he says the Whoa Whoa part, I feel this very tingling sensation like a passenger whose car is about to go down the other side of the fly over. Whoa Whoa! Very educational isn’t?

Anyway… this entry really is dedicated to the (just like Rej would put it) most lovable and cuddly VJs of MYX. Honestly, I really intended to make this accolade, I just couldn’t find the right words to best describe the people who boosted MYX’s ratings (hanep ba?). But since I received a very persuasive email (which was rather a guilt mail) I’ve decided to write this sort-of-recognition anyway.

WARNING: the following descriptions are based on my own opinion and observation.

In alphabetic order, I present to you MYX’s award-winning video jocks:

Chedeng!… Ms Acupan, Salie --- MYX’s veejay-a-majiger. I was still a technical coordinator when VJ Salie first auditioned. I believe I, together with MYX’s production assistant --- Pow, played a very important role during auditions. We were to act as the applicant’s all-time favorite artist and they get to ask us five questions, them already being MYX VJs. Fortunately, Salie had to interview Pow (who was supposedly Pink) instead of me. The year after that interview, MYX called her up and then she was a veejay.
Our Production Manager would usually assign one production assistant for every VJ. I wasn’t Salie‘s. Nevertheless, here are some of the attributes which I believe are truly Salie’s:
1. She loves talking.
2. She loves pink. She loves dressing up.
3. She loves shoes (especially the killer-looking ones --- stilettos)
4. She’s an Ateneo graduate. I believe, major in Management. She’s actually smart.
5. She loves singing, hosting and modeling.
6. She loves berets.

Special powers: Can convince people thoroughly. Can input song (lyrics and/or tunes) into spiels [e.g. “…this song is from Ciara, just Ciara..ciara {Shut up by the Black Eyed Peas} Sotto…] She also has a Chinese boyfriend (powerful!)

Ms Evangelista, Heart --- MYX’s prodigal veejay. I could still remember her first taping day(s). 9AM was Heart’s call time and, considering it was her first, she was able to finish her last episode past midnight. Though exhausted, she promised (with a slap on yaya Berna’s face) that that day would not happen again (and it actually never did). Heart has a unique way of delivering her lines… the signature “oki-dokis” and “why-nots” made her stand out among the others. The viewers loved her perkiness and just about everything she possessed (her dresses, her accessories and even Pow-pow). She’s one celebrity who really wouldn’t mind getting along with the commoners. A prim diva who treats the staff as friends (especially Marce).

Special powers: Can wear 3-5 extra blouses under her blouse without being noticed. Can come up with out of this world topics and suggestions that surely would entertain viewers.

Mr. Mabanta, Franco --- MYX’s long lost veejay. I played Ogie Alcasid during Franco’s audition and I had a great time making him feel anxious. I wasn’t really closely connected to Franco, all I know is that: he never fails to come in late, he enjoys interviewing guest artists, and he had a very funny sort-of-argument with Marce which never failed to make me laugh. Franco was actually one of the first four VJs when the new MYX was launched… and even though he’s not with MYX anymore, his bond with the staff is still keen.

Special Powers: Can include the phrases: “as a matter of fact” and “the truth to the matter is” more than enough in every spiel. Can change vocal volume and intensity whenever he wants. He was the one who lectured me about the difference between falsetto and head tone.

Gggrrrrr… Mr. Manzano, Luis --- MYX’s ideal male veejay (how’s that?). I met Luis for the first time when our production manager jokingly called for me during his pictorial. The bosses then, for a laugh, introduced me to him. And Luis, knowing that I was fired because of his episode, teasingly apologized. Honestly, there never was an issue. I never really regarded him as my terminator or anything. hehe
Luis, just like the others (although exceedingly), really loved being with the MYX staff. He would stop by the MYX studio, together with his Bun bun and personal masahista de twalya, even if it wasn’t his taping day just to converse, share points of view or even gag around. Often, he would bring snacks for the staff --- the ever favorite Jamaican patties, during his break time. He’s one of the veejays who really had a idiosyncratic and personal connection with the staff… too close that most of the time he would direct himself during his episode tapings. One last: Luis, together with Human, is my proud benefactor when we had our MYX shoot in Boracay.

Special powers: Can finish three to four shows with at least five episodes each in three hours maximum. Can harass MYX staff without being sued. Can show censored body parts without hesitation. Can fire MYX employee without even knowing, hehe. Can utterly be very generous.

Ms. Marquez, Karel --- MYX’s most captivating veejay --- Karel, no doubt, is really a beautiful lady. There was this one time, we were taping outside the studio… a guy, with his mother, approached us asking me: “is that MYX’s newest veejay? She‘s pretty…” then I was: “Karel? My sister? Uh yeah… she is…” it was funny that they agreed (they just left). Actually there’s no reason not to anyway.
Karel always had butterflies in her stomach. A MYX interview, with her hosting, never started without her quivering inside her dressing room, asking for support and encouragement. The good thing is she never failed to amaze the staff and herself… for she always proves herself wrong by having excellent performances.

Special powers: Excessive beauty, charm, grace and the very powerful ability to seduce every man she wants.

Ms Paredes, Ala --- MYX’s ideal female veejay. Ala is the only VJ that would always make me feel conscious (and very careful with my words) when speaking with her. She has a special aura which somehow terrifies me and at the same time makes me be fond of her more. She’s a girl with a million opinions brewing inside of her, ready to discharge every time she verbalize (especially during her spiels shoot). She’s Bobby’s grown up Barbie, the one who never failed to astonish us whenever she leaves her dressing room. She’s also ‘the’ VJ that made the whole MYX staff cry when she left. The only one whose characteristics and stance became the basis of comparison for the other VJs succeeding her. The VJ who had the guts , the intensity and the whitest under arms ever.

Special powers: Can wear almost anything and would still look alluring and chic. Can easily adapt to new personalities (teacher, fairy, darna etc…).

Mr. San diego, Mark --- MYX’s veejay extraordinaire. He’s got the looks, the body, the sex appeal and the accent. One of the record breaking veejays with the most number of hours exhausted in his first taping day. He’s the only VJ who wouldn’t mind waiting (I guess) while writers re-edit their spiels and while the production assistants fix the set. The only VJ who had an affectionate relationship with a staff. The only one who could dance the 80’s steps in an unintentionally feminine manner. He’s a half-breed and is somehow a bit serious about everything (that‘s why he seldom appreciates the teases, pranks and the deceptions). Lastly, he’s also one of the very few men who our production manger earnestly would consider to be the father of her future baby.

Special powers: Can ultimately be gorgeous without strutting. Can mispronounce difficult words without being corrected. Can hypnotize MYX staff by just showing armpits.

Ms Valeriano, Michi --- MYX’s sought after veejay. Michi was everybody’s favorite VJ. She had the charm, the right angled smile and the ever-magnificent ability to comprehend. Unfortunately, she had greater priorities and decided to leave MYX. She was one of the first four and was considered the ate, being the only VJ carried over from the old MYX.

Special powers: Can breathe, eat and walk at the same time.

Ms Iya --- MYX’s freshest brood. I wasn’t fortunate to really intermingle with MYX’s newest veejay. Although there are some traits or mannerisms, that I can still remember, which are truly Iya’s. Iya is a very outspoken, talkative and loquacious person. She would even add a very caricatur-ic behavior (just like an epileptic girl having a seizure) to best explain what she wants somebody to understand. She’s one of the jovial VJs MYX ever had… always having stress-free tapings.

Special powers: Has extraordinary ways of delivering spiels. She can actually fly.

I would like to end this tribute with very enlightening words from MYX’s Senior Channel Producer. These words changed our perception on life, moved our emotions and made us realize… We may never have recovered from a devastating past…

"Homonyms are our friends. Let us learn to take care of them. Our lives depended on them. (e.g. hare-hair, wait-weight, eight-ate… how about night-knight, hear-here or dear-deer)"

Thank you

2005-01-16T11:08:00.000-08:00

I would like to say thank you to two very kind and wonderfully beautiful people who helped me with the creation of this blog. Ms Ala Paredes, who inspired me to start off, and Ms Trina Pacana, who helped me generously with the whole process.

Memoirs of a Christmas past...

2005-01-16T09:24:00.000-08:00

My Christmas 2004 wasn’t really spectacular. Actually I have been warned that Christmas in the States weren’t as wonderful as Christmas celebrated back home. My Christmas here was solemn (although there were parties; there were some relatives and close friends who were present). Actually it was a bit drier than I have imagined.
I then realized, I was growing faster that I thought I should. I’ve detached myself from my family-dependent self and started building my independent life and learning to live with it. It is a blissful fulfillment (though it’s a hard thing to accomplish).
Now that I’m looking back, I would like to share four wonderful Christmas moments: my present, my family’s Christmas, my MYX and AA Christmas gatherings.
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Just days before last year’s Christmas, my dearest friend Cindy asked me if I could create a card for an American soldier who was sent to Iraq. Cindy and her co-Disney workers were requested to send these cards to the ’American Heroes’ so that they wouldn’t be too lonesome during Christmas. Since crafts were one of my specialties, I was able to make her a beautiful card in less than thirty minutes. The card was very “hallmark-ish.” hehe
Amazingly, two weeks after New year’s day, we got a reply from the American Soldier!

Dear Cynthia,
Thank you so much for the card. It was nice.
I really appreciate it. I love getting letters or cards from people all over the US
Because it really shows all the support.
Lucky my time is about up. I’m excited.
I started packing today. I should be home in March.
I will be able to be with my family next Christmas.
Cant wait. Thanks again

The card we sent last December and the envelope that we got did not include a name nor an address in Iraq. The letter did not even state from whom it was. I was hoping for a “Love always: Bob” or a “Sincerely yours: Chad.” Oh well, the good things is he got the card and we’re very touched that he replied (although it was very scripted).
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Christmas was always celebrated beautifully by the Mohnani family (it rhymes). It’s the one occasion where all the children and apos of Dona Elisa Moreno are expected to be complete to celebrate (minus the ones in the States). There is uncle Haresh, who arrives just in time for the evening prayer. Along with him his wife, tita Laila, and a splendid amount of gifts for everyone. Then there is my mom, Olga, who usually sits by the chair beside the telephone table waiting for overseas calls from siblings auntie Vivian (South Carolina), Martin (San Francisco) and auntie Sundree and auntie Lachmee (both are in Los Angeles). Her share of the apos include me, my brothers Rakesh and Rahvin and my sister Rahni. And then there is auntie Mohnie, the one who’s always assigned to prepare food. Her cooking is really superb, from the roast pork to the baked macaroni…combining the Filipino and the traditional Indian recipes. Then comes uncle Sundar, one of the five Mohnani boys out of the thirteen children. He usually seats with my two other uncles, Kishen, who regularly helps with the cooking and Raj, who normally would only appear during Christmas. Along with uncle Raj is his children: Micah, Michael, Matthew and Monica, together with his grandchildren: Michaela, my only godson Maui and another granddaughter who’s name I forgot. Also included in the list are my aunts Shantie, who’s primary job is to entertain hungry children, and Shamie who’s responsibility is to prepare an activity or a game for the kids. With auntie Shamie are my cousins Sunill and Lavina. And lastly is my auntie Lila who normally comes two days earlier with her children Kashmir, Kyle and Kevyn.
We are a big family, and Christmas is really one thing we look forward to every year.
Reasons why we look forward to this occasion:
1. Besides the exceptional provisions, this is the only time where we (the children) get to defend ourselves from our parents over a series of games inspired by Eat Bulaga and Game Ka Na Ba?
2. This is one of the three well celebrated events ( the other two are New Year and their own birthdays) where most of my cousins are permitted to drink sodas.
3. This is also the only time where we get to see our once-in-a-year cousins and our never-too-far aunties.
4. This also is one of the very limited chances where most of my diabetic aunts and uncles can over indulge themselves with the desserts.
5. Of course, this is also the season where we laugh our hearts out with childhood memories, late realizations and forced confessions.
6. Sometimes this is the only season where arguments are resolved and wrongdoings are forgiven.

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Another Christmas bash I would never trade for anything is our very well celebrated MYX get-together.
Christmas with the MYX staff was always a unforgettable experience. Since the new MYX would just commemorate its 4th birthday this coming May, only three Christmas parties were celebrated (unfortunately, I was able to attend only one).
I wasn’t able to be present at the first Christmas party because that was the year I was fired. For the second Christmas party, I made sure I’m going to be involved. My dearest Marce and I took charge of the event. We looked for the best Christmas party venue, prepared the programe and even reserved a hotel room for the staff (for the after-party). We were able to have an exchange deal with one restaurant which generously accommodated us. Though we had a little misunderstanding with the manager regarding airing dates and live mentioning, I can still say that the party was a success.
* The programe was fabulous and there was even an awarding ceremony recognizing the MYX staff.
* Everybody made Sir Andre dance the Ocho-ocho, which he did relentlessly.
* The much awaited exchange gift ceremonial was very much enjoyable. I got Albert Tubera’s name and Tiyo Carlo got mine. He gave me the Glitter Soundtrack I requested and Albert got a Aray, Aray naku album (he wasn’t so happy).
* For the last part of the party, Ms Mila gave away Cds and an electric guitar (which Geths got) and Luis gave some of his Human shirts.
*** We really had fun, although some people weren’t really happy with the low supply of beer.

To celebrate the season more, Sir Andre came up with an idea… the whole MYX staff went out caroling (kunwareng caroling) wearing Santa hats, with torotots and some Christmas maracas. We even filmed the whole Christmas caroling act but was not able to have it aired due to lack of material and time. We had a great time, and I’m not just saying this, because we really did.

I'm with Pia here

And now, December 2004 just passed and there had been another celebration. Another one without me. But the MYX people were kind enough to send me some pictures:

The three Queens with 3 very Gay-ish offerings

VJ Geoff's handler, Johnny with a very pang kanto pose

Back from Left: VJ Karel (who just celebrated her debut last December), Sam, Jocelynn Enriquez, tiya Mayet, sir Andre (who already lost 30 lbs); Front from left: Ms. Ina, Johnny, Ms Twinkle Aranas (in a haggard look), Agatha, Rej and Cathy

Ms Ina, ate Bench, Johnny and Bobby after three bottles of beer on the wall

A private moment with Ms. Ina

Shella Mari Eji's Christmas/Birthday party (she's celebrating her 67th birthday here)

-- sa sobrang tanda ni ate Bench, nakatulog si Irma.

The MYX gals

Mezina, Berna and VJ Iya

Ms Ina and ate Bench playing Pursera at Bagoong

The Irma Daldal Show

Pansinin kung paano ang tamang panggigigil ng isang munting bading

MYX staff (cathy may sariling mundo habang si joey chinachansingan si jacq)

Cathy's moment

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Christmas with my Artistang Artlets family has always been celebrated at the Hacienda Sevilla. Theater alumni of different school years remarkably appear to honor the event. Its usually a whole night of endless reminiscing, laughter and mockery (we would always feel very unfortunate for the AA members who cannot attend for they are, most often than not, the highlight of the travesty---and yes, I‘m talking about you Paulie).
The get-together is typically a six-part celebration.
1. My theater batch mates and I would stop by the ever-valuable Glori’s supermarket and buy our contribution for the party. Chips were the regular assignment.
2. When we’re all settled at the hacienda, we’ll all have to wait for any member of the “Bonifacio” system for they always affirm the beginning of the reunion.
3. Kuya Rai normally would start the dinner by positioning himself beside the buffet table.
4. Lolay Sevilla, the hacienda’s heir, would then start the exchange gift ceremony by ordering violently the party-goers to bring out their presents.
5. After the gift giving, the ridiculing starts… bringing back painful memories, stupid fights and clumsy events.
6. The party consistently ends as soon as a member have finally decided to go home. People from the South and the people who are terribly intoxicated would then spend the night at the hacienda, myself included (my reason: for fun)
Here are some pictures:

And so that was Christmas, and what have I done? Another year's over, a new one just begun. And so that was Christmas, I hope you had fun…cheka!

UnLucky Me

2005-01-11T11:06:00.000-08:00

Life has its ways.
And when I would look back on the things and the events that made me who I am right now, I would say, it really does.
It was the eve of November 1st 2002, while everybody else were celebrating their undisturbed all-saint’s day, I woke up anxious, mostly troubled, with at least twenty missed calls in my cell phone from a person who my co-workers and I (back then) truly loathe. I was fired that night. I lost my very first job. The job which I believed would be start of the career I’ve been dreaming of since college. I liked my first job, did not love it, but at least it was enough.
I cried.
It was one of the saddest moments in my life. I wasn’t able to sleep that night. The whole experience was unnerving. I was speechless.
I admit, I was wrong. But then again, I would like to think that the whole ‘criminal act’ wasn’t my fault entirely. I hope God would bless the souls of the people who consider themselves innocent.
The bosses called for me the morning after I was fired. The office was empty because of the holidays. I was scared. They were in shorts (at least one of them). I was trembling. The seats were small. I couldn’t fit. I tried to smile, wanted to be strong. They were fierce. I lost.
There were no reason for them not to dismiss me. I apologized, but it was no use. I hated life then. And I hated the one person who made all these happen. The person who, without a clue, shattered my dreams and even traumatized me. The person whom they consider would bring Luck to the channel. My worst nightmare.

I was assigned to input music videos and vj spiels into a machine which would then broadcast them for public viewing. My job would seem easy, but it wasn’t really.
The night before All Saints day, I, with all courage and determination, not even hesitating, included Mr. Luis Manzano’s Star MYX episode into the November 1 line-up (he wasn’t a video jock yet). I believed then that his episode passed our/my qualifications and could be aired. And so, I aired Luis’ Star MYX. And, voila! that made me lose my job.
November 1st wasn’t really a good day for a premiere broadcast of a soon-to-be-video-jock of the channel. That I understand now. Who would actually watch the show (his episode) if everybody’s at the cemeteries mourning for their beloveds. Well, I did J
My mistake had its consequences. I had to leave MYX and work for other shows.
Fortunately, the year after the November 1 tragedy, MYX needed a production assistant. I applied/begged for the position and (out of pity and urgency) they accepted me once again. I remember everything as if it all happened yesterday, though I’ve learned to laugh about it now.

(Back from left: Pia [third-eye-blind], Me, Marce/Rej, VJ Mark, Bobby, VJ Luis, Paul. Front from left: Bench, VJ Heart, Ms. Ina, {the ghostly image beside Ms Ina -- Ate Josie} and VJ Karel)

Now, two years had passed since my appalling dismissal. I’ve said this before, and I’m saying it again…Twelve months is so short a time, just when I have come to enjoy my MYX family’s company… I had to leave once more. Though, this time it was my decision.
I am truly blessed to be a MYX staff. The people brought out the best in me, and in return (I’m hoping that) I did the same.
I could never thank the MYX people enough.

Andre, Sir

---One former MYX writer would usually say “when in doubt, ask Andre,” for he knows (by heart) every information there is with regards to music. I could just imagine us raising eyebrows, smiling (with the left part of the lip only) and giggling fervently (though in hiding) whenever he’d ask for advices or questions about something he doesn’t know (though it never happened more than twice in a month). If there’s one person whom I fear the most, it would be Sir Andre Alvarez. Its not that he’s monstrous or physically horrific, but it’s the attack (which is a mixture of: one half sermon, 2/3 trivia, a pinch of prejudice, a cup of insult, a quarter of shame, two tbsp of Nestea-flavored saliva, and a couple of humorous lines) which makes him frightening. I believe, one can never really understand Sir Andre’s moods (I know I didn’t), but if one would base it on the words coming out of his mouth, somehow it would be rational.
When these words are included:
1. “I know what I’m doing, and I will never rest until I prove you wrong. Because I know when I’m right…” (he’s actually right) advise: stay calm and admit you’re wrong. (most likely you are).
2. “Libo-libo pang sako ang kailangan mong kainin…Mayet” -- (he has a point) advise: know your position and settle with that until further notice)
3. “I talk to you, I get mad and I will never stop complaining. I do this because I know that you can still do something about it. Be afraid if I stop minding the things you do. Be very afraid…” (there’s so much to be done..still) advise: go over your work, don’t be ashamed to ask for help.
4. “Why is the MYX logo covering that singer’s face! It’s like finding a needle in a haystack! Charing…CHARING!…” (‘Charring’ is a good sign) advise: correct what needs to be corrected. Strike while the iron is hot...Charing! Hehe
5. “I will not always be here to guide you. You must know what is right from what is wrong. don’t wait for me to correct things. If you know what you did is wrong, save it as soon as possible…” (He’s trying to help you. He’s not yet super mad though, just mad) advise: answer “yes Dad.”

Apple

---One of the few writers who has touched my heart. Although she wasn’t able to last the Andre Alvarez regime, she remained close and was always invited in MYX events, gatherings and parties (we love parties). Apple is famous for her Wilson Philips discovery. I myself wouldn’t know that they were a group if it wasn’t for Apple. Thank you Aps!

Art and Co.

---Art and Company is a group of grandstanding individuals who’s primary job is to please Sir Andre. When Sir Andre is pleased, the MYX viewers would magically be pleased. The Art and Company people are: Papa Glen, Jackie, Johann and Art. All I can say is that they love each other and they will always be there for each other. Shabadap…

Bench, Ate

---Ate Bench is the older sister (or brother) anybody could’ve wanted. She’s a person with a lot of ’big’ factors and entities. A big mole (that goes with the big nose). A big hairdo. A big pair of shoes (for her miniature feet). A big pair of baggy pants (to cover her slender/wiry legs). A big shirt (to cover her swollen bumpers). A big family (with a big ordeal). A big amount of audacity. A big amount of determination and perseverance.
She’s a person with a big dream (with big frustrations) and a big amount of passion. She somehow knows what she’s doing and would really do anything to get what she wants. She has a big desire to be somebody.
She’s everybody’s Ate Bench. The Ate Bench that people tend to ask for help most of the time. The Ate Bench that would bite her nails whenever she’s uneasy or most of the time troubled.
She has a big sense of humor. She has a big heart and a big amount of masculinity flowing through her veins.

Bobby

--- Twinkle Aranas is one of the starlets that complete the MYX deity triumvirate. If I, Pearly, am the gawky water goddess who controls the seas and the lakes and Tisay, Rej, is the goddess of mirth and serenity (which are both contradicting), Twinkle is the Amazon goddess of the Stars, with super powers like shape-shifting and super strength.
Our powers were put to the test a lot of times already… in magical places known to man as Vulacan, Vuerta Galevra and Vangasivnan. Our powers even got us into battle with each other most of the times before, but we always realized our wrong doings and ended up as a the three divinities still.

Carlo, Tiyo

---Tiyo Carlo is the man behind the famous song “Sing Me a Song Again Daddy” and the Christmas ballad “Do you hear what I Hear.” He’s a man with not too many words, for he expresses his emotions through his writings.
Tiyo Carlo is well known for his near death experience with the Monkey in Ang Unggoy at ang Pagong. He also played a very important role in the award winning documentary The tortoise and the hare. Tiyo Carlo also had numerous awards in music. His Debut album: Batebot reached 11x Platinum during its first week of release and his Segundo Aselar Album, which he thinks is his most daring, achieved 12x Platinum three days after being released.

Cathy

---Ms Cathy Cruz is the perfect embodiment of style and grace. She very well proves that simplicity is beauty. An uncomplicated pony tail can exemplify glamour and refinement. An unpretentious white blouse (with white cardigan) can epitomize modishness and sophistication. A pair of unfussy slippers can symbolize humbleness and modesty. A tiny angelic voice can indicate calmness and composure. The name Cathy Cruz itself can insinuate a plain straightforward chic representation.

Cindy

---Cindy is one of the most respected writers MYX ever had (not that the others weren’t appreciated at all). She knows how to differentiate pleasure form work and would really prioritize the latter for impressive outputs. She’s everyone’s dependable co-worker ready to offer a hand and sometimes even do the work for her co-employees. Her past time includes fishball, Burger Machine and Pantoja breaks, Snood tournaments and Ukay Ukay shopping.

Danrie the faithful

---Danrie, among the male reserves of MYX, is the only one who looks like Fred Flintstones. He’s a very serious person who only smiles when he’s about to grab somebody else’s breasts (which is a common greeting practiced by the MYX staff). He’s a very wholesome person and is deeply in love with his female counterpart Wilma aka Geths.

Geths

---Gethsemanie Lajara is a prophet. Religious people often call her the Prophet Lajara for she can see what happened in the past, what someone’s thinking in the present and what’s about to happen in the future. She’s the chosen one.
Geths has her own way in dealing with things. Although most of the time her way of thinking would put her in danger, her resilient faith enables her to ward off and move on.

Ina

---Ms Ina is a very powerful person.
* Whenever she enters the conference room, dressing room, MYX studio or even the production office, everybody stops speaking, stops working and even stops breathing. She always had great entrances.
* She can move mountains, stop tornados, postpone VJ taping dates and even talk to June Rufino through her cellular phone.
* Only she, has the power to make Jacq swallow (more than the usual intakes of saliva)
* She can change somebody else’s mind by hitting the person with her finger.
* She can make somebody pay for her coffee jelly any time she wants.
* She can make Ate Bench wrestle anybody she wants beaten.
* She can make Rej cartwheel with just a simple ‘sut-sut’
* She has the power to make Joey admit what her true gender is (we actually don’t know)
* She can calm Sir Andre
* She can change everybody’s mood from sad to happy, grumpy to cheerful and sexually charged to impotent state with a single raise of an eyebrow.
* She can make men (and trying-hard-to-be-men) drool and fight over her
* She can splurge whenever she wants to. She changes nail color (from subtle-skin-tone-brown to bloody-chiklet-red…) every week
* She can freely wear anything she desires. And she carries her hair style the way it’s supposed to be brought.
* She can bring out the best in somebody. She will always be there to support and even defend (if needed) her staff in times of rape, molestation and the likes.
She’s Mezina the powerful

Jacq

---Jacq Fernandez is Irma Daldal and she’s a Super Star! She made popular the breast exposure gimmicks, the undeniably breathtaking swallows and the award winning music videos which normally would include rat-eating, sweat-dripping and collagen-rising stunts. Jacq has a crowd of her own. She is popular.
She never needed help, she knows what she’s doing and it never failed to astonish us. She fought men, hundreds of them. She fought Agatha…Agatha! I tell you. She built her city. She’s known everywhere. She knows how to make a man beg for more. She’s 220 gallons filled. She’s Jacq the Great.
What I miss most about this rather remarkable giantess, is her wit and her charm. Her never-ending so longs and farewells. Her promising goodbyes and impressive hellos.

Jimmy

---One of the oldest and mostly respected persons in MYX. (there’s nothing more to say)… uhm, he likes basketball.

Joey

---Joey had a complicated life. People would always tell her that it is impossible to be respected and to be a girl. Why’s is it got be so complicated? Why would people make her feel hated? Please be careful with her, she’s sensitive and she’d like to stay that way.

Mayet

---Tiya Mayet is everybody’s aunt. She loves snorkeling, scuba diving and horseback riding. She enjoys the outdoors and plans to join the Wheel of Fortune by the age of 32. She loves MYX., and MYX loves her. People believe that they will live long together. Tiya Mayet is also a struggling actress who would really pay for the roles of: a singer-killer, a lambada instructor slash super Gal, and a Disco goddess slash astronaut.
Ate Mayet is MYX‘s local check point. There’s no agreement, arrangement nor chism that she wouldn’t know. She’s the East, the West and the South. She’s the right hand, and the left. She even had a secret relationship with the 10PM lobby guard. She’s the powerful and ever omnipotent diva. She’s the woman! The messiah.

Mila

---“Jer-jer, Jer-jer don’t you cry…I’m coming home to sing lullaby…”
Ms Mila was our Step Mother. Considering that Ms Ina would be our mother. At prima facie, one would regard her as the typical boss who enjoys weekend badmintons and Christmas holidays…but what one don’t know is that, inside the petite cuddly looking Associate Producer is a woman with single-lined eyebrows, very pouting lips (which silently says: pukinangina) with killer pink (polka) stilettos, with off-shouldered peasant blouses (teasing everybody else’s imagination), magnanimously straight hair screaming darkness, and kaleidoscopic gems…singing “don’t be fooled with the pearls that I have….” be Terrified.

Nap, Patrick, Arjay, Topee and Albert aka The Pussycats and Chikadee

---MYX had a limited resource of men. Only those who could stand for themselves, resign a couple of times and had the strength to come back, come in late and go home early, ride a bike and park it inside the office, and sell pulburon persistently could be considered butchy (if there’s such a word).

Paul

---Powee is one of MYX’s beloved writers. He loves a lot of things. He loves Original Pilipino Music. He loves kangkong (the wetter the better) and gravy. He loves admitting to suspicious people his queerness. He loves propagating his love for Ariel Rivera. He loves sleeping and loves snoring. He loves cramming. He loves sudden occurrence and loves perspiring. He loves blind dates and loves sleeping with them. He loves shells, stones and potpourris. He loves his untidy desk and his raggedy bag. He loves hanging out with his friends. He loves treating Ms Ina and threatening Twinkle. He loves his Vjs Ala and Salie. He loves himself.

Pia

---Pia is a very confused person. Probably because of her ability to see what normal people couldn’t see. Pia has a third eye, vigilantly placed in between her two natural eyes.
Pia also is one of MYX’s writers who freely enjoys writing what she wants. A superb writer with a wide array of concepts, facts and publicity stunts. She writes what she knows people wants to hear. She has the gift.
Some of her very popular libretto would include “…did you know that the Red Hot Chili Peppers used to wear socks to cover their private parts while performing…” and the ever famous “…welcome viewers, sit down and relax as we journey through a melodramatic…” Her trivia’s fresh, unique and grandiose.
Unfortunately, like most of the other writers, she was seduced by the flamboyant production shows and resigned. The MYX shows were never the same anymore… that’s a good thing though.

Rej

--- If there’s one person whom I miss the most, it would be tiya Pacita, my dearest Marce. We were really partners in crime when I was still in MYX. He was the Janet and I was the Mariah. He was the Romy and I was the Michelle. He was the Samson and I was the Delilah.
Never was there a dull moment when we’re together. It seemed that putting other life’s at peril was our stunning success. We were the ones behind the Irma Daldal Boom Tour in Tokyo, Australia and United States. We managed Gethsemanie Lajara’s concerts and special appearing. We were the brains behind Tiyo Carlo’s exceptional songs. We were also the two persons seating in front of Shella Marie Eji’s concert laughing at her every stunt.
We had the connection, we had magic and we even heard the bells. We both just seemed to know the flow. Its sad that I had to leave the team already…
I would always remember that at one point in my life I was able to have a jovial friend who appreciated life as it is and had a theory just like Jewel’s: “That if we're told we're bad, Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty, Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict…it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels..”

Sam

---Beauty is where you find it. Go with the flow. Greta Garbo and Monroe. Deitrich and Di Maggio. Marlon Brando, jimmy Dean on a cover of a magazine.
Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean…Picture of a beauty queen. Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire…Ginger Rodgers, dance on air
Sam Reunilla, oh that bitch. Slap her face hit the ditch.
She eats a lot, wouldn’t share… Michael V wouldn’t care.

Shondelle

---If there is such a thing as everlasting beauty, the type which Gloria Romero, Susan Roces and the like possess, our dearest Shondelle Mentoya has it. And if one would inquire about his secrets, which I believe he wouldn’t divulge, I would be very happy to share. The procedure actually is simple, like baking a cake or giving birth to a kiwi. One would only make sure that everything is done precisely and carefully.
Just add two quarters of oil of magnesium in an already-pre-heated dough (which contains the usual jacq’s milk, jacq’s butter and sugar). The solution now, most likely, would have to be watery. Stir gently till the jacq’s milk, which is yellowish, blend with the jacq’s butter which is a bit reddish. When the mixture reaches its brownish state, apply gently on face. Warning, the concoction would result to itching. Too much application would result to reddening of face and even burning. Accurate treatment would result to heavenly lightness and impeccable beauty. Hard and bulletproof, just like Shondelle’s.

Titus

---One of MYX well missed writers. He’s also the only MYX guy that most of the other staff had a crush on. Titus never really wanted to leave MYX, but because of unmanageable reasons he had to. That’s all I can say. We weren’t that close…

Trina

---Trina is one of the ‘others’ who saw the light. MYX is a channel composed of people who love doing what they are supposed to do. Though these people take pleasure in their individual tasks, they still complain about a lot of things. Trina on the other hand saw the difference. She saw the radiance that we somehow neglected to recognize. She resigned.
She’s also one of the fortunate writers who were able to escape MYX absorbing power of camaraderie, Ms Mila’s emotionally stressing emails, Ms Ina’s sweet harmful pinches, Tiyo Carlo’s psychological murmurs and Luis Manzano’s f(r)iendly harassments (most of us actually loved this). Although, Trina never really wanted to resign... the decision was really hard and she had her reasons. She's definitely one of the people MYX will never forget.

Mrs Truman

2004-12-31T07:33:00.000-08:00

I really wanted to write a very beautiful intro… but, it seems like whenever I’m about to write what I think would be the best one, something tells me that it isn’t enough. It’s really hard to be specific in a post without giving away much of what makes the IndianMermaid such a good blog. So, to be fair to those who don’t know me, I must speak in generalities and deal in specifics only if necessary.

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Just to start things up, I’m Ramesh: an ordinary person whose life seems to be pretty idyllic (now I’m lying). I once had a great job, a nice house and the most wonderful friends ever. Yet, I somehow feel that I am missing something. So I journeyed to the other side of the world to look for what I believe would answer all my questions…